[ Eddie's eyes widen as he watches the way Steve retreats in on himself, the way the panic seems to take a hold on him. This goes beyond just getting into whatever scuffles he managed to get into with Hargrove and Byers. This is some serious PTSD shit.

Like how his old man would get sometimes, when he felt like he was back in the war. And how dangerous that had been, but Steve isn't his estranged father, and Steve hadn't been in a war.

At least, he's pretty sure he wasn't. ]

I don't know what it is you think would be here, but I promise you, Harrington, it's just little ol' me.

[ He isn't sure if he's actually helping, but he's not about to leave Steve like this. So he just tries to stand in front of Steve, reaching out for his wrist in an attempt to give him something to ground himself. ]

Come back to me, Steve...