[It would be cleansing to just spill his guts, put everything out on the table for Eddie to hear. Shit, it would be comforting just to have someone to listen and share his horrors with. Only being open about the monsters that once roamed Hawkins would come with dire consequences. Steve couldn't place that trauma upon Eddie just because he really needed a friend that wasn't a group of young kids.
He still hasn't figured out why the other was being so nice to him after the huge dick Steve had been for the sake of his own status. He doesn't want Eddie showing him pity like every other person in Hawkins just because Steve tumbled from the his throne or he heard about the fight with Hargrove.
Steve can feel his body grow hot as Eddie invades his personal space, the blunt now pressed back against his own lips. He just wants to fucking forget about everything that has went to shit within his life. He wants to forget about fucking Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers. He wants to clear his mind of those damn monsters and how Nancy blames him for Barb's death even now.
He takes another long drawl from the joint and this time he doesn't make a complete fool of himself as he blows the smoke from his lips. He's beginning to feel that familiar fuzzy feeling embrace him warmly and leave his head swimming.
Shit.
Yeah, this weed was some strong but amazing stuff.]
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He still hasn't figured out why the other was being so nice to him after the huge dick Steve had been for the sake of his own status. He doesn't want Eddie showing him pity like every other person in Hawkins just because Steve tumbled from the his throne or he heard about the fight with Hargrove.
Steve can feel his body grow hot as Eddie invades his personal space, the blunt now pressed back against his own lips. He just wants to fucking forget about everything that has went to shit within his life. He wants to forget about fucking Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers. He wants to clear his mind of those damn monsters and how Nancy blames him for Barb's death even now.
He takes another long drawl from the joint and this time he doesn't make a complete fool of himself as he blows the smoke from his lips. He's beginning to feel that familiar fuzzy feeling embrace him warmly and leave his head swimming.
Shit.
Yeah, this weed was some strong but amazing stuff.]
You don't got to be so nice, Munson.