[ were this a more lighthearted mood and eddie's brain was a bit more on, he might have considered slipping in a few mom jokes that harrington had, admittedly, set himself up for perfectly a few times now. something knee-jerk about picking on him, when in all honesty, it had been far too considerate for eddie's chest not to tighten at the thought.
but, if this isn't real, if this is vecna's idea of revenge and steve was floating fifteen feet over a pool, then eddie would hate to think where he would be.
but — pain makes things a little more real. its tangible, its difficult to ignore and while he isn't sitting in head-splitting agony, there's dull aches and pulls enough to remind him that he's still a mess, that that'll be something he needs to take care of, that it's going to suck even worse tomorrow.
he can almost hear steve thinking — if such a thing was even possible and while he can't even begin to guess what's going on inside that head of his (seriously, how does his hair do that after going in and out of the upside down?), it must not be anything too good and almost in unprompted unison that might have been an inevitability, munson thinks of them too. you better wake up, red, he thinks, because he hates the idea of how devastated lucas must be. the kid had constant puppy eyes when he looked at her. and then there was dustin — dustin, who eddie wanted to see so badly, but also found the thought difficult. difficult not to feel guilty when the last interaction you had with the closest thing to a little brother was you dying in their arms, bloodied and afraid and that's one hell of a trauma. and buckley and wheeler and —
yeah, nope. a bad spiral to go down on. a spiral for later, later.
he can sympathize with the turmoil evident in steve's head, really, and eddie listens with a hum of acknowledgement, and doesn't buy that bullshit non-answer, makes a mental note to annoy harrington with that question again at another time. ] Mhm, yeah. Yeah, sure. [ eddie watches the turn down the street, watches the houses passing on by with a frown. this was a way opposite neighborhood from the trailer park. nice houses with nice lawns, with a nice backdrop of ruin somewhere a few streets down. where were they — was steve taking him to his house? ] Can't really shove this one under a rug. Wonder if they'll say it's because of the cult stuff? [ see, its funny, because it's true. though now that he says it outloud, that's probably exactly whats happening and he find himself laughing under-breath. ] I'm going to have to keep hiding, aren't I?
[ another house passes by and it feels like they're getting close but eddie finally, finally runs out of patience enough to ask — ] And seriously, pray tell, where are you taking me?
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but, if this isn't real, if this is vecna's idea of revenge and steve was floating fifteen feet over a pool, then eddie would hate to think where he would be.
but — pain makes things a little more real. its tangible, its difficult to ignore and while he isn't sitting in head-splitting agony, there's dull aches and pulls enough to remind him that he's still a mess, that that'll be something he needs to take care of, that it's going to suck even worse tomorrow.
he can almost hear steve thinking — if such a thing was even possible and while he can't even begin to guess what's going on inside that head of his (seriously, how does his hair do that after going in and out of the upside down?), it must not be anything too good and almost in unprompted unison that might have been an inevitability, munson thinks of them too. you better wake up, red, he thinks, because he hates the idea of how devastated lucas must be. the kid had constant puppy eyes when he looked at her. and then there was dustin — dustin, who eddie wanted to see so badly, but also found the thought difficult. difficult not to feel guilty when the last interaction you had with the closest thing to a little brother was you dying in their arms, bloodied and afraid and that's one hell of a trauma. and buckley and wheeler and —
yeah, nope. a bad spiral to go down on. a spiral for later, later.
he can sympathize with the turmoil evident in steve's head, really, and eddie listens with a hum of acknowledgement, and doesn't buy that bullshit non-answer, makes a mental note to annoy harrington with that question again at another time. ] Mhm, yeah. Yeah, sure. [ eddie watches the turn down the street, watches the houses passing on by with a frown. this was a way opposite neighborhood from the trailer park. nice houses with nice lawns, with a nice backdrop of ruin somewhere a few streets down. where were they — was steve taking him to his house? ] Can't really shove this one under a rug. Wonder if they'll say it's because of the cult stuff? [ see, its funny, because it's true. though now that he says it outloud, that's probably exactly whats happening and he find himself laughing under-breath. ] I'm going to have to keep hiding, aren't I?
[ another house passes by and it feels like they're getting close but eddie finally, finally runs out of patience enough to ask — ] And seriously, pray tell, where are you taking me?