[ it takes him a minute or two to find where he'd left the weed. sharing a room with steve means that he can't smoke freely. he shouldn't be smoking up in here, the smell lingers and steve with complain, but he's gonna take a hit before he heads back out there to have what is surely going to be a shitty shitty conversation full of trauma that he's been fairly content not to unpack.

the sound of choking pulls him back to reality, stepping out of the room to find this more intact, pallid version of himself looking ready to puke. ]

Here.

[ he drops into the armchair, holding out the joint. he's keeping the vape pen for himself, opting to keep the futuristic shit to a minimum. ]

Gonna be real, man. This shit is nooooooot getting any less weird. What's the last thing you remember happening?

[ the oar maybe means the boathouse. which means this version of him has yet to scratch the fucking surface of what's wrong in hawkins and he's about to be thrown headfirst into the deep end.

but, maybe, more importantly... it means that eddie can save himself. he's wracking his brain for anything useful here. any tip or trick or moment that could change his fate. and it feels selfish, in a way, to immediately go there. but it'd be nice for one version of him to not die a painful death in the goddamn nether. ]