"I don't know, I think he might find something to freak out about," Beverly says with a laugh, one that's teasing in a good-natured sort of way. Eddie is more often than not freaking out about something or other, but he's also one of the closest friends she has, and she would never joke about it in any way meant to actually make fun of him. "But at least he'd know we're together."

At his question, she pauses a moment, masking her hesitation around a drag from her cigarette, one she exhales carefully away from him. She's a fucking mess, but she can't just say that. Once she opens that door, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to close it again. Lately, it's been taking all she has to try to hold all of it at bay, and she isn't about to let her guard down now.

She doesn't really want to lie to a friend, though, either. Instead, she hedges. "They're okay," she answers, which is definitely an overstatement. "I'm really ready for the school year to be over, though. It seems like there's still ages left." Glancing over with a hint of a smile, she asks, "How about you?"