It's a bit of a relief when she does nod and move closer, lean against him a bit, lets him keep rubbing her back in a soothing, mindless circle. Eddie has always felt his best, his most useful, his most worthwhile when he is taking care of someone else, it pulls him out of his own head, makes him focus on something outside himself. Gives him something to distract him from his own problems, while also giving him something to feel worthwhile about.

When she mentions the network, he furrows his brows, remembering the conversations he'd had on there, and then puts together her explanation about death and the conversation they'd had.

"Oh! Necro...necromantica, right?" he says, raising a brow, "You had that skeleton, too, didn't you? I...I'm going to admit I took one look at that video and immediately closed it. I've seen a lot of stuff in my line of work, but a talking skeleton still creeped me out."

It's a little wry, he says it as if the failing is on his part, not hers, mostly because he figures he should be used to weird, gross things after being a homicide detective and working with The Flash for as long as he has.

"I'm Eddie Thawne. I didn't get your...name...either..."

By the time he's halfway through the sentence, she's crying again, and he shifts, turns toward her, gently pulls strands of her hair away from her wet cheeks, and makes soft noises of comfort as he keeps rubbing her back. Doesn't interrupt, just lets her get it out, staying present and steady and waiting for when she can speak again.

"You're not dead right now. I promise. You're here, and you're alive, you're warm and solid and you're even safe. You're not alone."