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Crawl to me next baby. Also his fingers lord have mercy.

Nancy:

Eddie:

The dust slowly settles. Steve walks through Hawkins, over and over, until his legs burn. He doesn’t know what it is he’s searching for until he reaches Weathertop one evening.

He sits. Rests. A winter sunset; the sky is painted soft dusky hues. There are no shadows, nothing to run from. Not anymore.

Something that had once been torn, knocked loose—that has maybe been lost ever since he saw the lights flicker at the Byers’s place—finally twists, settles back home in his chest. It doesn’t hurt, not really. It’s just… all this time. All of Hawkins, laid out before him. And he never…

Just because the page has been turned doesn’t mean it cancels out everything that came before. But the bad, he thinks, doesn’t have to outweigh the good.

He stands. Okay, he tells himself. You’re okay.

“What is it?” Robin whispers to him, just a little later.

It’s the first day since the military fully cleared out; the first truly quiet day. They’re on the roof of the Squawk, watching the sun rise. Dustin is asleep on Steve’s shoulder.