[ eddie tenses because, um, yes. he's sunk his fangs into three people in this room. he lifts his hands, palms out and holds them up. if he could get paler, he'd look it. he looks cowed by chrissy of all people snapping, robin turning on him. and maybe eddie's also not in a great place for this right now with the whole people cornering him because if his heart would be pounding in his chest in fucking panic if it was prone to doing anything right now.

he backs up. he does feel awful about it, about all of it. about this. ] Look, I'm sorry but I-- I wasn't. Thinking. I was starving and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either.

[ he glances over his shoulder where steve is still washing his muzzle. he licks his lips. ] But maybe we save tearing me a new one for later? [ one more step. ] And instead figure out what to do about Steve being a werewolf who can't talk? [ he might not be their eddie, that's clear, but this is the steve they all know. ]