It better be! [ Eddie calls after him, once he's collected himself and tried his best to force down the warmth in his face before moving to catch up with him, walking so close to him that their shoulders keep brushing. He's still trying to reconcile everything and make it make sense when they finally make it to the Creel house. But the sight of it in front of them and the knowledge of what lies in wait ahead of them suddenly overshadows everything else. The danger feels almost like an overbearing physical presence. He glances at Steve, determined as he reaches out and frees Nancy's shotgun to hand to her. Nancy is pale but steadfast as she nods at both of them to say it's time.
Eddie suddenly realizes with a painful squeeze of his heart why he's never made it out alive before. Even scared shitless about what's to come next, a primal part of his brain screaming at him to cut and run, he knows that they're the real heroes. Max, Lucas and Erica in the Creel House on the other side. Robin and Dustin ready to distract the bats so that they can try to end this once and for all. And he's suddenly struck with the knowledge that no matter what he just told Steve back in the woods, no matter how good that kiss had been, that'd he'd do anything to keep the real heroes alive. Especially, Steve.
Especially, now.
He blinks in the greyness of the upside down, eyes shiny and bright as his chest feels like it's collapsing on itself. He already knows he'll do it again if he has to. He only hopes that if he does, Steve can finally stop reliving the loop and let himself off the hook. He clenches his jaw and swallows, falling in line behind the others as they move up the porch to the unbroken door with the stained glass window.
He watches the back of Steve's head, as they move through the doorway as quietly as possible. He wants to tell him he's sorry for every time before. For still not quite understanding that soft look he'd give him in the woods. For knowing that he's going to hurt him again if that's the only way that Steve walks out of here. But the time for talking has passed. Vecna can't hear them coming.
Instead, Eddie thumbs off his rings, sliding them into Steve's pocket when they reach the top of the stairs. Hoping that's enough for Steve to know it's okay. That he should let him go. Eddie wants him to.]
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Eddie suddenly realizes with a painful squeeze of his heart why he's never made it out alive before. Even scared shitless about what's to come next, a primal part of his brain screaming at him to cut and run, he knows that they're the real heroes. Max, Lucas and Erica in the Creel House on the other side. Robin and Dustin ready to distract the bats so that they can try to end this once and for all. And he's suddenly struck with the knowledge that no matter what he just told Steve back in the woods, no matter how good that kiss had been, that'd he'd do anything to keep the real heroes alive. Especially, Steve.
Especially, now.
He blinks in the greyness of the upside down, eyes shiny and bright as his chest feels like it's collapsing on itself. He already knows he'll do it again if he has to. He only hopes that if he does, Steve can finally stop reliving the loop and let himself off the hook. He clenches his jaw and swallows, falling in line behind the others as they move up the porch to the unbroken door with the stained glass window.
He watches the back of Steve's head, as they move through the doorway as quietly as possible. He wants to tell him he's sorry for every time before. For still not quite understanding that soft look he'd give him in the woods. For knowing that he's going to hurt him again if that's the only way that Steve walks out of here. But the time for talking has passed. Vecna can't hear them coming.
Instead, Eddie thumbs off his rings, sliding them into Steve's pocket when they reach the top of the stairs. Hoping that's enough for Steve to know it's okay. That he should let him go. Eddie wants him to.]