There are bolts of anxiety moving through Eddy at any given moment, but at least now they have a focus. On preserving this connection for as long as possible. This isn't like Quidditch though, where Eddy's done it all so many times that instincts automatically take over and he knows exactly how to move his body or where his hands ought to go. The goal of keeping Tybalt close is simple enough though, and the hand not already occupied with stretching out the front of Tybalt's shirt fumbles its way to his waist, drawing him closer.

The cacophony is still there, but it eases considerably with every reassuring movement Tybalt makes. Do vampires growl? Fuck, apparently they do now, as it's too late to take back the low sound Eddy makes at Tybalt's goading. Fangs were perhaps a dangerous addition to inexperience, but he follows Tybalt's lead as best he can, careful not to do too much damage to the other boy. "Mystery solved." The soft uptick of his voice makes it more question than statement.