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Muffled music heralded Eddie's approach. The van pulled up, and Eddie turned it down, leaning across to push open the passenger door and give a little wave at Steve. He spared a curious glance back at Harington's place before sitting back up, still not entirely sure why he'd wanna leave a place like this to come crash in the trailer park.

"Hey Stranger, going my way?" he greeted easily, head lilting with a teasing grin. "Van's a bit of a mess," he apologized, "You can just kick that outta the way."

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"'Course you could've," Eddie says with an easy too-wide smile, clearly doubtful but willing to let Harrington hold onto the illusion of fine-ness for now.

The van pulls away, and Eddie nods toward a small collection of tapes. "If there's anything you like better we can throw it on. Still rebuilding the collection, but the classics are there."

Not that he thinks Steve really cares one way or the other about the music, but he figures keeping it light is easier than jumping straight into those probing questions.