[ Sometimes Steve forgets about Eddie's uncle. Eddie always seems so self possessed and bent on doing whatever he wants to, an authority figure doesn't really seem to fit in with his life. At least not the same way that Steve's own parents do, seemingly able to pull his strings from a thousand miles away.
Despite the situation and the fact that he knows what they're in for, Steve smiles at Eddie's comment. ] The pool's heated if you want a swim. [It's not cold enough that the heat is escaping off the surface, but he knows the water, while not warm, exactly - is warm enough. He almost feels a little apologetic for the sheer wastefulness of it, considering the small but cozy confines of the van where they normally smoke.]
[ He tries to ignore the small way his pulse jumps at the stupid nickname. It doesn't mean anything. Steve's not that big, definitely not bigger than Eddie. He gets the distinct feeling that Eddie says it because he likes that Steve doesn't know how to react to it. It should be a dick move, but it isn't. ] Sure.
[ He reaches for the joint and the lighter, still warm from Eddie's pocket, and sticks the edge into his mouth to light it. He's practiced now, nothing like the guy who hadn't had a clue what to do, that first time. Though, he still gets Eddie to roll them for him, just because there's something nice about knowing that Eddie's fingers put it together for him. He watches the embers burn before taking a hit and handing it over to Eddie. ] So how are you at real hand to hand combat? Not the fantasy stuff.
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Despite the situation and the fact that he knows what they're in for, Steve smiles at Eddie's comment. ] The pool's heated if you want a swim. [It's not cold enough that the heat is escaping off the surface, but he knows the water, while not warm, exactly - is warm enough. He almost feels a little apologetic for the sheer wastefulness of it, considering the small but cozy confines of the van where they normally smoke.]
[ He tries to ignore the small way his pulse jumps at the stupid nickname. It doesn't mean anything. Steve's not that big, definitely not bigger than Eddie. He gets the distinct feeling that Eddie says it because he likes that Steve doesn't know how to react to it. It should be a dick move, but it isn't. ] Sure.
[ He reaches for the joint and the lighter, still warm from Eddie's pocket, and sticks the edge into his mouth to light it. He's practiced now, nothing like the guy who hadn't had a clue what to do, that first time. Though, he still gets Eddie to roll them for him, just because there's something nice about knowing that Eddie's fingers put it together for him. He watches the embers burn before taking a hit and handing it over to Eddie. ] So how are you at real hand to hand combat? Not the fantasy stuff.