[ steve probably should be a little more sensitive to how eddie feels about having to go back into hiding. about being in hiding in general. he can only imagine just how much it would suck, how much it would have to drive him crazy. he went down into the upside down to kill vecna, apparently did die, comes back to life, and to what? a town that still blames him for chrissy cunningham's death?
there's no real way to spin this, though. no real way to make this better than it is. steve wishes he could, a positive outlook he'd told robin way back when. but there's only so much you can do with this. which, for all the sarcasm that eddie munson bites back with, steve is kind of glad for that, too. ]
Well- okay, yeah, it was the same guys who started it, but they also always come back and clean up after all this shit, too. They don't want it getting out, you know? Like with the mall fire. [ did they tell eddie about that? steve doesn't know, but it's also not a matter of trusting the government or not trusting the government. because really? steve doesn't even know how he feels about it. but the truth of it is that after every situation, every other time they've fought these things, had to deal with the upside shit, the government had never been far behind. whether or not they'll do anything, whether or not they'll help, they will be there. it's a factor they have to take into account.
steve doesn't notice the curiosity. or, maybe he does, but he takes it for something else. maybe worry, maybe pain, maybe...honestly, he has no idea. he's never been all that good at reading people, so what would make him think he'd be able to read eddie munson, of all people? but there's something in the way eddie's hands go to the dash, something about how he leans forward to try and get a better view, it's almost...cute? steve kind of smiles to himself for half a moment, just half, before they're pulling into the drive and steve is hesitating before he gets out. watching as eddie brushes off the offer and goes for the door and-
yeah, it doesn't really fly. steve's all but jumping out of his side of the car, slapping the door closed behind him, and then he's already on the other side - at eddie's side, just in time to watch his foot miss that step. ] Dude, you don't- [ but it's stubborn, it's there, it's eddie brushing past him and heading for the door and steve... well. steve follows him there, hovering about a step away just in case there's a moment that the slip turns to something more. because that's all it will take, one slip, and then steve will be there, hand at eddie's elbow again, or around his waist.
the door's unlocked, if eddie gets there by himself. if not, steve will reach for it himself, pushing open the door and pulling them both inside. ] It's fine, no one's home. Here- watch your step.
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there's no real way to spin this, though. no real way to make this better than it is. steve wishes he could, a positive outlook he'd told robin way back when. but there's only so much you can do with this. which, for all the sarcasm that eddie munson bites back with, steve is kind of glad for that, too. ]
Well- okay, yeah, it was the same guys who started it, but they also always come back and clean up after all this shit, too. They don't want it getting out, you know? Like with the mall fire. [ did they tell eddie about that? steve doesn't know, but it's also not a matter of trusting the government or not trusting the government. because really? steve doesn't even know how he feels about it. but the truth of it is that after every situation, every other time they've fought these things, had to deal with the upside shit, the government had never been far behind. whether or not they'll do anything, whether or not they'll help, they will be there. it's a factor they have to take into account.
steve doesn't notice the curiosity. or, maybe he does, but he takes it for something else. maybe worry, maybe pain, maybe...honestly, he has no idea. he's never been all that good at reading people, so what would make him think he'd be able to read eddie munson, of all people? but there's something in the way eddie's hands go to the dash, something about how he leans forward to try and get a better view, it's almost...cute? steve kind of smiles to himself for half a moment, just half, before they're pulling into the drive and steve is hesitating before he gets out. watching as eddie brushes off the offer and goes for the door and-
yeah, it doesn't really fly. steve's all but jumping out of his side of the car, slapping the door closed behind him, and then he's already on the other side - at eddie's side, just in time to watch his foot miss that step. ] Dude, you don't- [ but it's stubborn, it's there, it's eddie brushing past him and heading for the door and steve... well. steve follows him there, hovering about a step away just in case there's a moment that the slip turns to something more. because that's all it will take, one slip, and then steve will be there, hand at eddie's elbow again, or around his waist.
the door's unlocked, if eddie gets there by himself. if not, steve will reach for it himself, pushing open the door and pulling them both inside. ] It's fine, no one's home. Here- watch your step.