when the party ends

“I don’t know what to do,” he tells Rose, when they drop their bags on the floor of the room they bought. “I hadn’t thought this far ahead.”“Yeah, you never do, do you?” she asks, but she’s smirking, and so Eddie knows it’s alright.He sits on the crappy bed and looks at the ceiling. “We’re different.”She snorts. “From when you were twelve? I sure hope so.”“He tried killing Tim, I think.”At that, she straight up laughs. It’s something she’s started doing around him, in the time they’ve spent away from everyone else, but it hasn’t stopped being magical. “Who hasn’t?”