[ eddie lets go of julie's arm only after she starts moving, but he doesn't drift very far from her nor does he let her linger too far behind. if he's learned about - splitting up, at least back home, it's that it doesn't typically end well. it's just something he knows from experience.

creeping into a jungle gym of fences, eddie casts julie a look like he think she's a little bit crazy - which, he does, that's not a new observation, he's just making it evident in this moment. ]

What are you gonna do, fight it? It'll eat you alive, dude. [ eddie says this casually, but there's nothing casual about it. the dredge creeps him the fuck out, and what does eddie do when he's scared? he either screeches like an idiot... or he copes with sarcasm and humor. he flings out a hand, peering around the edge of a fence and then glancing back at julie. ] And between the two of us, I'm more experienced.

[ at... being eaten alive. it's funny, if you know what happened to him. and by funny, it's really just fucked up and traumatic and not really that funny at all. regardless, eddie doesn't elaborate and he doesn't expect julie to understand, either. instead, he looks back around the edge of the fence again, and murmurs:]

I want those cigarettes back. We can split 'em. Finder's fee.

[ he makes a sound like he's sucking his teeth. like he's unimpressed. but! it looks like the coast is clear for now, so eddie keeps moving, waving julie along. ]