And if that isn’t a case of poor baby Eddie-Weddie whining, nothing is.
Eddie sighed and forced himself to climb off the ATV. He listened to Mecken drive away—far too quickly for the middle of the town in Eddie’s opinion—and a sense of loneliness threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to return to Kaeva’s, hunt the grumpy prick down, and hold Kaeva until the clouds disappeared out of Kaeva’s eyes. He wanted to climb onto that small but cozy couch on Kaeva’s porch and watch the trees dance. There were a dozen things he could think of that he wanted to do. Walking into the greenhouse and facing another one of Exile’s minions was not on the list.
“I’m not ready,” Eddie whispered. Though unprepared for what, Eddie wasn’t sure: the greenhouse, the biodome, more people, the rest of the day. Anything. Everything. He turned away from the street, pushed his way through the Plastamine sheet of the entrance, and went inside.