[ they both are at a bit of a loss, when it comes to being on. there's more steve could probably say, more that steve could probably do, to lighten things. part of him almost reaches for the same story he'd told nancy, about the brood, about going to california, about how now is as good a time as any to get the hell out of here. it wouldn't help where it concerns the mom comments, wouldn't help eddie's teasing at all, but it would fill the silence. maybe keep his mind off of the rest of it.
a part of steve tries to focus on the specifics. on the feel of his car under his hands. on the lights on the road, the pot holes, the breaks in the asphalt. it's better to focus on that, right? on what he can do, on eddie breathing in the seat next to him, on what is coming next and then right after. steve knows he's not a strategist, knows he's not going to be of help to anyone if he even tries, so he puts the effort into not worrying.
at least eddie doesn't bug him about it now. whether or not he believes the answer, he lets that lie hang in the air instead of trying to poke at it, and the appreciation steve feels is immeasurable. eddie mentions something about cult stuff, about rugs, about what people could possible do with this town, but steve only listens to half of it. instead, he focuses on the familiar road. on what he's going to do once they get here. on if he remembers if he should clean eddie's wounds first or if she should shower first or-
i'm going to have to keep hiding, aren't i?
a part of steve deflates at that. ] Yeah, man, probably. At least until we can reach...I don't know. The government guys. [ steve vaguely recalls their contacts, that hopper always had someone to reach. but that doesn't help them much, now, does it? not with him dead. not with joyce in freaking california and no one able to reach will or mike or jonathan or-
the questions catches steve off-guard, mostly because he'd gone into this with his house as part of the plan. had known every step would involve coming back here. it surprises him, in a weird way, that eddie wouldn't also just. assume. ] My place. [ he says, checking his rear view mirror before making the last turn and driving up into the driveway. the house is dark (it always is) and the driveway is otherwise empty other that steve's car. ] C'mon- you can get cleaned up inside. [ steve puts the car in park and starts getting out, all but throwing his door open before the thought strikes him and he turns. ] You need help?
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a part of steve tries to focus on the specifics. on the feel of his car under his hands. on the lights on the road, the pot holes, the breaks in the asphalt. it's better to focus on that, right? on what he can do, on eddie breathing in the seat next to him, on what is coming next and then right after. steve knows he's not a strategist, knows he's not going to be of help to anyone if he even tries, so he puts the effort into not worrying.
at least eddie doesn't bug him about it now. whether or not he believes the answer, he lets that lie hang in the air instead of trying to poke at it, and the appreciation steve feels is immeasurable. eddie mentions something about cult stuff, about rugs, about what people could possible do with this town, but steve only listens to half of it. instead, he focuses on the familiar road. on what he's going to do once they get here. on if he remembers if he should clean eddie's wounds first or if she should shower first or-
i'm going to have to keep hiding, aren't i?
a part of steve deflates at that. ] Yeah, man, probably. At least until we can reach...I don't know. The government guys. [ steve vaguely recalls their contacts, that hopper always had someone to reach. but that doesn't help them much, now, does it? not with him dead. not with joyce in freaking california and no one able to reach will or mike or jonathan or-
the questions catches steve off-guard, mostly because he'd gone into this with his house as part of the plan. had known every step would involve coming back here. it surprises him, in a weird way, that eddie wouldn't also just. assume. ] My place. [ he says, checking his rear view mirror before making the last turn and driving up into the driveway. the house is dark (it always is) and the driveway is otherwise empty other that steve's car. ] C'mon- you can get cleaned up inside. [ steve puts the car in park and starts getting out, all but throwing his door open before the thought strikes him and he turns. ] You need help?