Gah, this is excellent, so chilling. I love how he thinks of Laurie, that little stopping moment, and the only moment of real warmth in the whole fic. Poor Eddie - joke's on him.

Other times, he figures he must never have seen the guy's face at all, and whatever's left of his brain is just projecting what it knows from being alive, because all he can remember is his own face staring back at him.

*Dies a little*

You sum up the whole heart and the tragedy - albeit often self-inflicted - of this character, so simply, it's absolutely wonderful.