( His whole form is trembling as Richie finally gets the car startled but its less to do with his anger but rather his full-on attempt not to break down sobbing right now. Eddie sits, quiet and bites at his lip until he's sure he tastes blood before he realizes just where they're going. It's when they hit a stop sign that he looks over, eyes narrowed but not in anger definitely more... well, sad. )

I'm not getting out of this fucking car until you let me fix your hands. ( He says sniffling and arranging everything in his lap. ) And if you tell me it's fine or that I don't have to worry then I'm getting out of this car for real.