"A glow sword?" What the hell was that? He sort of hoped he never found out. It was bad enough that Richie found out. Anyway, he was starting to doubt that his weapon would really do much here. Not if there weren't any sort of monsters for them to face and, dear god, he hoped there weren't. He probably shouldn't have even thought about it because he and Richie had the worst sort of luck.
He nodded but took a moment before he actually moved. The idea of getting too far from Richie not sitting too well in spite of what happened. He couldn't happen. Bad things tended to happen when they went off on their own. The Losers had always been more vulnerable when they were separated. The whole strength in numbers thing didn't even begin to cover it. It was something else. Something deeper. He assumed something had happened. Richie had been here on his own, vulnerable. That's why he'd lashed out.
Finally moving away from the other, weapon in tow, Eddie moved around to the empty tables, scrutinizing them. Checking them for a level of cleanliness part of him didn't really care for before mentally checking the distance between the table and the door. Just because the town seemed relatively safe (glow sword wielding asshole aside) didn't mean that It wasn't still lurking around out there. He wouldn't have Ben to hide behind this time if something went wrong.
That was sort of what the fence piece was for but, you know, if he hadn't swung it at a Pomeranian or the severed legs that came at them he wasn't going to swing it at other minor apparitions.
Taking a seat close enough to a door he could run out of if he needed to, he frowned at the state of his clothing. He really needed a shower and a change of clothes. The longer he sat in these things the worst he was going to feel. He'd push it out of his mind for now but it would become an issue eventually.