the abridged answer: yes, deeply so. but he’d determined a while earlier that he would feel that feeling and let it exist solely as that (perhaps norman had a hand and took quite the indirect lead in that decision making ... eddie see, eddie do, after all). sitting cross legged in the feeling is well and good when he isn’t staring up at the ceiling at the thing he was scared of crawling around on it screeching in all sorts of tongue his brain couldn’t translate quick enough. if he was staring up at it though, it was a little harder to keep quiet. but anny wasn’t quite so terrifying when they were walking down the street when the sun still hung upright in the sky. he shakes his head. the abridged answer is quite too easy and doesn’t reflect the full length edition of the thought, you see. ‘ no. ’ the head shake floats somewhere away into the non existent and eddie frowns, cocks his head a little bit to the side without catching on that he’s done it. ‘ do you get scared? about ... you know. is it scary? ’