[The monster isn't here. Steve was perfectly safe as was Eddie. But that reassurance doesn't stop Steve's heart from beating uncontrollably against his ears or the twisted knots that's formed within his tight abdomen. Clearly he feels embarrassed with the way his hands drag down his still wounded face as he tries to gather himself. He doesn't even know how to begin apologizing or explaining himself.
Too his surprise Eddie seems more focused on Steve's well being instead of an explanation. ]
Thanks.
[He's hesitant going into the living room at first, eyes flickering back up at the ceiling and around the room as if he were still waiting for the creature to show itself. A few minutes pass before Steve proceeds towards the couch, fingers tugging anxiously along the sleeve of his shirt. His heart has yet to fall back into normal rhythm but at least his breathing is steady.
His hands begin to clinch into fists as he falls back along the sofa. He doesn't need to fret over the safety of the kids, they were fine. The monsters were gone, right?
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Too his surprise Eddie seems more focused on Steve's well being instead of an explanation. ]
Thanks.
[He's hesitant going into the living room at first, eyes flickering back up at the ceiling and around the room as if he were still waiting for the creature to show itself. A few minutes pass before Steve proceeds towards the couch, fingers tugging anxiously along the sleeve of his shirt. His heart has yet to fall back into normal rhythm but at least his breathing is steady.
His hands begin to clinch into fists as he falls back along the sofa. He doesn't need to fret over the safety of the kids, they were fine. The monsters were gone, right?
Right.]
About that weed?