The moment he gets close enough to see her in the faint light from the glowsticks on his wrist, he can tell that she's been crying, her eyes wet and a little red. When she takes the bottle from him and says he can sit, he does so, sliding into the little space with her, close by but not crowding her.

Eddie himself is mostly sober - he has a few bright splashes of colour on his skin from playing tag, but it's long since inactive, just colour and no drug, and it's mostly worn off him now. This is how he manages nights like this, going hard for a bit and then letting himself cool down for a while, sober up before deciding if he wants to jump back in.

"You don't really look like you're in the mood to participate. You okay?"

Turning toward her a little, he lifts his own water bottle and presses it against his forehead, cooling his face down.