"Too bad your guitar isn't here to help him, huh?" In the aftermath of Eddie's death, Steve had learned more about him from Wayne sharing his stuff with the kids. He'd seen the guitar that slays dragons and the other pieces that made up Eddie's colorful life. Seeing him here, alive, it almost makes Steve feel awkward. Like he'd been intruding.

It's a weird thought and it's been a weird enough day as it is. He lets it go for now.

"Wait. He was? But he has the whole holiday. Are you sure?"