Eddie: So, now, am I allowed to ask how you are?
Buck: Honestly, Eddie, I don’t know.
Eddie: You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to allow yourself to feel it.
Buck: But you do eventually, right? You process it?
Eddie: Every day you open your eyes in the morning, you feel a little less surprised the world’s still there.