( Steve scoffs at the mention of Tommy and Carol, shaking his head. )
Yeeeah, no, I don't think you'll be seeing either of them hanging around me anytime soon. I tell 'em off for talking shit about Byers and I'm the asshole.
( He shrugs, as if to say what can you do? Back then, when he'd had his original falling out with them, he'd felt like shit about it for a while. Like, he knew they were major jerks and all but he'd been friends with Tommy since first grade. It really sucked losing a friend like that, even if the friend was a total dickhead. Now enough time has passed and Steve's mature enough to understand that he really, truly is better off without them. The wound has long since healed.
He's staring at his own hands again as Eddie keeps talking, and Steve mutters a grumbled not an aneurysm before he suddenly realizes what he needs to do. This is going to get weirder and weirder unless he tells Eddie the truth.
And, uh. He normally wouldn't be so forthcoming with details about the Upside Down, and Eleven, and all the bullshit they've been wading through for the past few years, but he doesn't think he can do this on his own. Maybe Eddie isn't the right person to tell, but he's the person Steve's ended up in these woods with, so... you can't really ask for better than that, right? )
If I told you something crazy, like really crazy, would you, uh... ( He huffs out a breath that almost counts as a laugh. Maybe this is stupid. Maybe this isn't the right call.
But he's going to try, because he sure as hell doesn't know what else to do. )
Would you at least promise not to sic the loony bin on me?
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Yeeeah, no, I don't think you'll be seeing either of them hanging around me anytime soon. I tell 'em off for talking shit about Byers and I'm the asshole.
( He shrugs, as if to say what can you do? Back then, when he'd had his original falling out with them, he'd felt like shit about it for a while. Like, he knew they were major jerks and all but he'd been friends with Tommy since first grade. It really sucked losing a friend like that, even if the friend was a total dickhead. Now enough time has passed and Steve's mature enough to understand that he really, truly is better off without them. The wound has long since healed.
He's staring at his own hands again as Eddie keeps talking, and Steve mutters a grumbled not an aneurysm before he suddenly realizes what he needs to do. This is going to get weirder and weirder unless he tells Eddie the truth.
And, uh. He normally wouldn't be so forthcoming with details about the Upside Down, and Eleven, and all the bullshit they've been wading through for the past few years, but he doesn't think he can do this on his own. Maybe Eddie isn't the right person to tell, but he's the person Steve's ended up in these woods with, so... you can't really ask for better than that, right? )
If I told you something crazy, like really crazy, would you, uh... ( He huffs out a breath that almost counts as a laugh. Maybe this is stupid. Maybe this isn't the right call.
But he's going to try, because he sure as hell doesn't know what else to do. )
Would you at least promise not to sic the loony bin on me?