[ steve doesn't quite catch the raised brow, the small amount of amusement, and honestly he would have probably shrugged it off if he did. he learns, okay? he heard about the state that will came back from the upside down in, he experienced it first hand, walking barefoot through that hellscape for hours. and that's all steve could really think about when he was packing, what he wished he'd had. what eddie might need, if he'd still been dealing with half the injuries he had when they found dustin.
but then there is the panic, the tension, the sudden feeling that maybe none of this is real. that maybe this is just another vecna vision, because they'd never found his body, did they? this could all be some lie, some weird vision crafted by that stupid dark wizard because he knows who it was who barbequed them. and maybe that is where this fear is coming from, this panic. maybe part of steve is terrified that this whole thing has just been a hallucination and he's actually floating fifteen feet over his pool in his back yard.
none of that is helping though, so steve reminds himself to just keep driving. to focus on the next step in front of him. eddie, in the passenger seat, still breathing. eddie, asking about what happened and steve just sort of. doing his best to explain it. she's still breathing, he reminds himself. she's still breathing. ]
Yeah. [ steve doesn't meant to sound so down about it. doesn't mean to sound defeatist. he knows the only thing they can do at this point is wait, and eddie is right, it is mayfield. if anyone was going to beat this, it would be her.
the silence that follows has steve...not spiraling, necessarily, but worried. concerned. his mind bounces from eddie to dustin. dustin, who he still needs to tell. to lucas, who is probably still at the hospital. robin, who steve probably needs to check on, and nancy, who still can't reach mike, whose mom is a wreck. and then his own parents, who definitely haven't called home, who had been on another work trip and probably don't even know what's happening, and-
eddie's voice breaks through his thoughts, and while steve doesn't jump, necessarily, there is a kind of wince. a kind of belated realizing that he'd sort of drifted off, thought wise, away from the drive. you okay? ] What? [ a glance over, and steve presses his lips together. not quite a smile, but something. ] Yeah- no, I'm okay. [ a small shake of his head as he's looking to the road again. he pulls down his street, just another few houses and they'll be there. steve resettles in his chair, trying as best to ignore just how fake his answer had sounded. trying to think about how he doesn't really know why it feels like he's lying when, objectively, yeah. he's fine. ] It's just weird, I guess. Usually when this shit happens, it just...goes away. Now... [ his fingers lift up from the wheel, sort of half gesturing to the road around them. to hawkins. to the battlezone the whole town has become. ]
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but then there is the panic, the tension, the sudden feeling that maybe none of this is real. that maybe this is just another vecna vision, because they'd never found his body, did they? this could all be some lie, some weird vision crafted by that stupid dark wizard because he knows who it was who barbequed them. and maybe that is where this fear is coming from, this panic. maybe part of steve is terrified that this whole thing has just been a hallucination and he's actually floating fifteen feet over his pool in his back yard.
none of that is helping though, so steve reminds himself to just keep driving. to focus on the next step in front of him. eddie, in the passenger seat, still breathing. eddie, asking about what happened and steve just sort of. doing his best to explain it. she's still breathing, he reminds himself. she's still breathing. ]
Yeah. [ steve doesn't meant to sound so down about it. doesn't mean to sound defeatist. he knows the only thing they can do at this point is wait, and eddie is right, it is mayfield. if anyone was going to beat this, it would be her.
the silence that follows has steve...not spiraling, necessarily, but worried. concerned. his mind bounces from eddie to dustin. dustin, who he still needs to tell. to lucas, who is probably still at the hospital. robin, who steve probably needs to check on, and nancy, who still can't reach mike, whose mom is a wreck. and then his own parents, who definitely haven't called home, who had been on another work trip and probably don't even know what's happening, and-
eddie's voice breaks through his thoughts, and while steve doesn't jump, necessarily, there is a kind of wince. a kind of belated realizing that he'd sort of drifted off, thought wise, away from the drive. you okay? ] What? [ a glance over, and steve presses his lips together. not quite a smile, but something. ] Yeah- no, I'm okay. [ a small shake of his head as he's looking to the road again. he pulls down his street, just another few houses and they'll be there. steve resettles in his chair, trying as best to ignore just how fake his answer had sounded. trying to think about how he doesn't really know why it feels like he's lying when, objectively, yeah. he's fine. ] It's just weird, I guess. Usually when this shit happens, it just...goes away. Now... [ his fingers lift up from the wheel, sort of half gesturing to the road around them. to hawkins. to the battlezone the whole town has become. ]