( Eddie feels...well, he feels something when Steve says he knows him. It causes him to shiver, and he has to fight not to grin madly. Steve knows him. Well, obviously, he would, considering how often they had smoked together. Steve had to realize they went beyond the usual dealer/customer relationship.

The thought of having to leave Hawkins sours his mood more than Eddie would like to admit. He frowns, reaching for a strand of hair with his free hand that's not grasping the offered joint. ) You know, I always talked big about leaving. Now that it's proving to be a necessity, I have no fucking clue.

( He sighs, pausing to take in a long drag, followed by another, and then offers the joint back to Steve. ) At one point, I don't know, I thought maybe San Francisco. There's, um. A community, ( he muses coyly, eyeing Steve closely for his reaction, as if Steve might have heard of Castro Street, or at least the large contingent of gay men that had moved out there since it was safe for them. ) Yeah, a community of people like me.