( This is all happening so fast -- much faster than Eddie would have expected. Even though he knows he still has a little more time, his mind is racing, skipping ahead to being dropped unceremoniously off in San Francisco with nowhere to go, with no one he knows, with everyone back here thinking he's a murderer...

He draws in a shaky breath before trying his damnedest to focus on Steve's question instead of spiraling out of control. He's not out of Hawkins yet; he still has time. )

Please. Please let Wayne know somehow. He...he's done so much for me, I can't let him think...he needs to know the truth, or as much of it as you can tell him.

( He turns to face Steve, his eyes frantic and full of fear. ) Shit, I'm gonna miss you, Stevie. I'm gonna miss your house calls and these talks of ours.