[ eddie had no idea just how much was off about that mall fire. before all this bullshit with vecna, that had generally been the source of all of steve's nightmares. russians, showing up at work to drug him again. giant, spider like monsters crawling up and over any building he walks by, the school, downtown. sometimes, on the worst nights, he even sees billy hargrove, pierced through the middle, hanging limp from one of the legs.
off was one way of putting it, yeah. but steve didn't have the energy to even start getting into that.
so instead, he hovers behind eddie as they make it up to the door. eddie stops right inside the porch, like he's waiting for an invitation, for someone else to ring the bell. there's a brief, unasked for thought of like a vampire before steve huffs a kind of laugh, reaches forward and opens the door for them both. eddie mentions something about a fruit basket, and steve sets a hand to his back, pushing him through the threshold, and potentially grabbing a fistful of that tattered leather jacket just in case he pushed too hard. ]
Can you not be weird for like, once? [ he says, almost fond. almost joking. and then they're both walking through into a dark entry way. steve, once he is confident enough that eddie can remain standing, will push through further inside and flip on the lights.
home sweet home eddie says with all the same level of drama and sarcasm that steve's started to expect from him. so instead of answering, steve just snorts a laugh that lacks any actual humor to it. it's a house, more than it is anything. a place he was raised, maybe, empty hallways and sterile rooms and parents who don't trust each other. parents who are never home. steve doesn't think about it, never really lets himself think about it, and instead just moves through the house like he doesn't actually belong here (because it doesn't really feel like he does) and drops the backpack at the foot of the stairs. he has plans to maybe head back to the kitchen, if eddie really can walk as well as he says he can, but at the clamor of noise, steve looks back over to see eddie teetering and in two quick steps he's back to eddie's side, hand back to his elbow again. ]
Dude, okay, time to get cleaned up. [ and if eddie even tries to put up a fight, steve will force him. also, don't perceive his mom tone, either, munson. ] Upstairs, let's go.
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off was one way of putting it, yeah. but steve didn't have the energy to even start getting into that.
so instead, he hovers behind eddie as they make it up to the door. eddie stops right inside the porch, like he's waiting for an invitation, for someone else to ring the bell. there's a brief, unasked for thought of like a vampire before steve huffs a kind of laugh, reaches forward and opens the door for them both. eddie mentions something about a fruit basket, and steve sets a hand to his back, pushing him through the threshold, and potentially grabbing a fistful of that tattered leather jacket just in case he pushed too hard. ]
Can you not be weird for like, once? [ he says, almost fond. almost joking. and then they're both walking through into a dark entry way. steve, once he is confident enough that eddie can remain standing, will push through further inside and flip on the lights.
home sweet home eddie says with all the same level of drama and sarcasm that steve's started to expect from him. so instead of answering, steve just snorts a laugh that lacks any actual humor to it. it's a house, more than it is anything. a place he was raised, maybe, empty hallways and sterile rooms and parents who don't trust each other. parents who are never home. steve doesn't think about it, never really lets himself think about it, and instead just moves through the house like he doesn't actually belong here (because it doesn't really feel like he does) and drops the backpack at the foot of the stairs. he has plans to maybe head back to the kitchen, if eddie really can walk as well as he says he can, but at the clamor of noise, steve looks back over to see eddie teetering and in two quick steps he's back to eddie's side, hand back to his elbow again. ]
Dude, okay, time to get cleaned up. [ and if eddie even tries to put up a fight, steve will force him. also, don't perceive his mom tone, either, munson. ] Upstairs, let's go.