[ so back to hiding it is. it isn't that eddie expected different. though being fair, it wasn't at though he was coming back with any sort of expectation. it was, at first, a messy end to a messy chapter, but it had been an ending.
maybe if he hides long enough, people will forget. he's yet to see the posters the town has been putting out, and maybe that remains for the better. he's still the town witch, then. still wanted for murder, grand theft auto, and whatever else they can strap in on top of that and truly was he living up to the munson name after all. wouldn't dad be proud. at steve's answer, he can't help but to chortle. ] Oh yeah, the government guys. Of course, they'll definitely help — hey, who did you say started this whole psychic superpower kid program thing? [ look, it isn't that he isn't trusting steve, it's just that — when did the government is the history of time immemorial actually help in a timely, beneficial fashion? and he's not yet met the efficienct connections of hopper and the unstoppable tenacity of one joyce byers, doesn't know of their existence near as much as steve doesn't know of their survival. he doesn't know those forces combined could take on a work camp in kamchatka and win, so what would be a few precise little phone calls?
besides, he doubts there's a fix-all for the town's accusations. no, no, the fix all is time. its hiding until they're no longer interested, until they've moved on. he'll have to — he'll have to figure it out.
(in the back of his mind, somewhere, near insidiously, a thought forms of would steve let him crash in his place for a while? and then comes the appropriately timed answer.)
he shouldn't feel giddy about getting to see king steve's house, but there's a sort of spike of curiosity when steve tells him, when they turn into the driveway with the dark house at the end and it looks — starkly similar to the myopic version of it that munson had found in the upside down. he leans forward in the seat, hands on the dash, to get a better look. everything looked so different down there, he thinks, covered in those vines, ash and haze. it's followed by the realization that he was talking to steve by his pool. he certainly wasn't going to assume part of steve's plan was to bring him back to his house, and yet he can't stop the smallest warmth of satisfaction at the thought.
he hears steve swinging the door open. eddie follows that motion automatically, reaches for his own and brushing the offer off. ] Nah, man, I'm good. I'm toootally — [ something stubborn rears its head at that, that steve has already done plenty, that eddie can drag his sorry, half-alive ass inside himself. though it isn't at all elegant, the way he gets out. right foot slips out, arm grasping blindly for a hold and then he's twisting out with a death grip on the door but goddamnit he's fine!] — good.
[ with that stubborn little intent, he makes a move for the front door. ]
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maybe if he hides long enough, people will forget. he's yet to see the posters the town has been putting out, and maybe that remains for the better. he's still the town witch, then. still wanted for murder, grand theft auto, and whatever else they can strap in on top of that and truly was he living up to the munson name after all. wouldn't dad be proud. at steve's answer, he can't help but to chortle. ] Oh yeah, the government guys. Of course, they'll definitely help — hey, who did you say started this whole psychic superpower kid program thing? [ look, it isn't that he isn't trusting steve, it's just that — when did the government is the history of time immemorial actually help in a timely, beneficial fashion? and he's not yet met the efficienct connections of hopper and the unstoppable tenacity of one joyce byers, doesn't know of their existence near as much as steve doesn't know of their survival. he doesn't know those forces combined could take on a work camp in kamchatka and win, so what would be a few precise little phone calls?
besides, he doubts there's a fix-all for the town's accusations. no, no, the fix all is time. its hiding until they're no longer interested, until they've moved on. he'll have to — he'll have to figure it out.
(in the back of his mind, somewhere, near insidiously, a thought forms of would steve let him crash in his place for a while? and then comes the appropriately timed answer.)
he shouldn't feel giddy about getting to see king steve's house, but there's a sort of spike of curiosity when steve tells him, when they turn into the driveway with the dark house at the end and it looks — starkly similar to the myopic version of it that munson had found in the upside down. he leans forward in the seat, hands on the dash, to get a better look. everything looked so different down there, he thinks, covered in those vines, ash and haze. it's followed by the realization that he was talking to steve by his pool. he certainly wasn't going to assume part of steve's plan was to bring him back to his house, and yet he can't stop the smallest warmth of satisfaction at the thought.
he hears steve swinging the door open. eddie follows that motion automatically, reaches for his own and brushing the offer off. ] Nah, man, I'm good. I'm toootally — [ something stubborn rears its head at that, that steve has already done plenty, that eddie can drag his sorry, half-alive ass inside himself. though it isn't at all elegant, the way he gets out. right foot slips out, arm grasping blindly for a hold and then he's twisting out with a death grip on the door but goddamnit he's fine!] — good.
[ with that stubborn little intent, he makes a move for the front door. ]