(For Eddie it has been a little over two years since he has seen some of the Losers except for in the occasional dream or horrorville-concocted memory whammy. It means that for Eddie some of the Losers have faded to nearly nonrecognition, faces blurry, names blurrier, and at first he genuinely doesn't know who Ben is. Just some kid bumping into Eddie.

Eddie who definitely doesn't really look like the Eddie Ben probably was used to. For starters he was like a whole ass inch taller, so jot that down, thank you. His right arm was also wrecked in at least five different levels of scarred carnage. But probably most evidently of all was the fact that Eddie was just...a vampire now. Somehow. Eyes yellow, skin pale, fanged teeth- the works. Can't really hide that sort of thing. He's got a hood up and an umbrella over head and when he's bumped into, he mostly just looks irritated.)

Watch it, would you? If I drop this umbrella I might literally combust into flames, thanks.

(He hugs his umbrella a tiny bit closer, scowling at this guy- this guy who was suddenly striking as Eddie as extremely familiar now that he was getting a good look at him. He gives his umbrella a slow, contemplative twirl.)

Uh, yeah, dude, who's not in love. Join the rest of us in suffering in permanent silence about it, okay. (Eddie doesn't really even think about his response, just kind of spits it out because he's far more distracted by...Wait.)

...Ben? (It's coming back.)