[ To say Eddie's on edge is the understatement of the century. His hands are still trembling when he finally sets his bags down in the entryway, and he's constantly listening for the sounds of vehicles, sirens. But he's also completely exhausted, and while he knows he won't be able to fall asleep at least they can rest their bodies. ]

Lemme scope out the whole... bed situation. I'll be right back.

[ He does a lap around the house to peek into every room and finds one queen size mattress on the floor with a flat sheet draped over it. Really classy, Rick, but at least it's got pillows and looks clean. ]

There's just the one. So you know. Um - can I get you Tylenol or anything? I've got the real strong ones.

[ He helps her to the bedroom and onto one side of the mattress, then ducks back into the living room to dig through his portable pharmacy. Pain management for the both of them until he has the energy to roll a joint to share with her - assuming they're still here by then.

Returning with water and meds, he sits on the very edge of the opposite side of the mattress and holds a pair of pills out to her. He's still on high fucking alert, staring out of the small gaps in the blinds and listening carefully. Hopefully taking these will help him pass out for a little while, too, but his splitting headache could really use some relief. ]

You doing okay?

[ His voice wavers and cracks a little when he speaks. Eddie swears it's just because he's really tired. ]

Is it okay if I lay next to you?