"Henderson?" Steve barges into the room, "what are you doing–"
Immediately, he notices Dustin sitting on the bed, holding Eddie's guitar.
"You okay?"
"I really miss him, Steve."
"I know, so do I," he sits beside Dustin, and puts his arm around him. "You know he wouldn't want you to be held up in your room, especially not when you have a campaign to run, right?"
"I don't know if I can do it, not like him."
"You don't have to do it like him, you just do it like you, like Henderson, and it will be great."
"Okay," Dustin sets the guitar on the bed.
"Okay? Is that all you've got? You're going to run your first campaign," Steve pulls Dustin into a tight hug, "it's going to be the best campaign ever done!"
"Are you sure you don't wanna join? You seem more excited than me."
"I'm good, now let's go, before you're late."
"Yeah, I just have to grab one thing."
Steve leaves the room.
Dustin reaches under his pillow, pulls out one of Eddie's bandanas, and ties it on his head.
"This one's for you, Eddie."
