[ He watches as Eddie studies his hair and then takes a drag, his lips pulling from the joint, before he meets Eddie's eyes again. The thought of not seeing Eddie around town any more, of not having anywhere to go when he doesn't want to talk and just needs somewhere to escape to, makes his heart feel a little heavy. He's going to miss him, he realizes with a little bit of surprise. Not that he didn't think he would, just that he's realizing just how much.
He takes the joint back, holding it and staring at it, watching the paper burn for a moment, shifting and changing and disappearing, before he looks over at Eddie again at the mention of San Francisco. He's heard of it, of course. There have been news stories and articles about the community of people who have made their home there. Rumors popping up in conversations he's overheard. Not just hippies, but homosexuals. Everything that Hawkins, Indiana is scared of in one den of sin in California. Steve thinks he knows what Eddie is getting at, he's heard rumors about Eddie too, things he's chosen to ignore because it never seemed important enough before. He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb.] Pot dealers?
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He takes the joint back, holding it and staring at it, watching the paper burn for a moment, shifting and changing and disappearing, before he looks over at Eddie again at the mention of San Francisco. He's heard of it, of course. There have been news stories and articles about the community of people who have made their home there. Rumors popping up in conversations he's overheard. Not just hippies, but homosexuals. Everything that Hawkins, Indiana is scared of in one den of sin in California. Steve thinks he knows what Eddie is getting at, he's heard rumors about Eddie too, things he's chosen to ignore because it never seemed important enough before. He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb.] Pot dealers?