[ it does feel like their own space, doesn't it? something safe, even when they both know better. something theirs, even if the room itself is sterile, like something out of a magazine. eddie's been staying here for a couple of days now, sleeping in this room, making his mark on steve's life. and honestly, that is probably why this place feels safe at all. because it's not just the guest room anymore. it's eddie's - little details left around, things messed up, a bed that hasn't been made in days.
he huffs a kind of laugh when eddie agrees with him, the relenting in the yeah, yeah. eddie pushes back against steve's foot, and it has steve cracking open one of his eyes, just in time to see the smile. the dimples. the dramatics in everything he does. but the words that follow are what settle in steve's chest - i would if i had to - and that wipes whatever smile off of steve's face again. that has both his eyes open, his head lifted up from where it had been leaning on the bedside table, because he suddenly feels like he can't let this go. like there's something else in those words that he can't quite catch.
and it's not just the fact he...does not recognize what a wookie is. ]
A what debt? [ because he just doesn't....know. what that is. he blinks, and then shakes his head, his eyes going immediately to where eddie's hand is in his shin, and then back up to him. there's the smile again, as if he's offering something here. like there is something he is handing over across this space, something he hopes eddie can take. will take. what it is, he's not even sure, but it feels...fragile. hopeful, but fragile. ]
Listen, Eddie, this whole shit- [ and honestly? steve doesn't even know what he's saying. and whatever it he's trying to say, he's probably saying wrong. but it feels...important for him to say something. so he just. keeps talking. ] I'm sorry you got wrapped up in it. It sucks- like. Really sucks. But we'll get something figured out- or, I mean, Dustin and Nancy and the rest of them will be the ones to get it figured out. I won't be a lot of help there. But it will work out, it always does.
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he huffs a kind of laugh when eddie agrees with him, the relenting in the yeah, yeah. eddie pushes back against steve's foot, and it has steve cracking open one of his eyes, just in time to see the smile. the dimples. the dramatics in everything he does. but the words that follow are what settle in steve's chest - i would if i had to - and that wipes whatever smile off of steve's face again. that has both his eyes open, his head lifted up from where it had been leaning on the bedside table, because he suddenly feels like he can't let this go. like there's something else in those words that he can't quite catch.
and it's not just the fact he...does not recognize what a wookie is. ]
A what debt? [ because he just doesn't....know. what that is. he blinks, and then shakes his head, his eyes going immediately to where eddie's hand is in his shin, and then back up to him. there's the smile again, as if he's offering something here. like there is something he is handing over across this space, something he hopes eddie can take. will take. what it is, he's not even sure, but it feels...fragile. hopeful, but fragile. ]
Listen, Eddie, this whole shit- [ and honestly? steve doesn't even know what he's saying. and whatever it he's trying to say, he's probably saying wrong. but it feels...important for him to say something. so he just. keeps talking. ] I'm sorry you got wrapped up in it. It sucks- like. Really sucks. But we'll get something figured out- or, I mean, Dustin and Nancy and the rest of them will be the ones to get it figured out. I won't be a lot of help there. But it will work out, it always does.