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          eyes are downcast, staring at the dirt that stained his hands. he’d been in trouble before, of course, he was a MUNSON after all but this was different. ANOTHER WORLD entirely, literally. but there was something different too. he wasn’t alone. the thought had his vision blurry. and there was a heat inside him that threatened to tear him from the inside out. HE HAD FRIENDS. he forces himself to swallow, hard before nodding. he had to think positive, even if it seemed hopeless. FOR THE KID.

          right hand twists the rings on his left hand, pulling slightly until they stop at his knuckle and he pushes it back down in thought. lips press together before he nods, both hands raking over his face before pressing into his eyes slightly. a sigh escapes him before he looks up at dustin.  ❛  yeah, yeah, YOU’RE RIGHT. i just gotta lay low until…  ❜   until the truth comes out ? until his name is cleared ? eddie didn’t know where the end of the sentence when because it seemed like too many things were stacked against him but he also knew dustin was right. one step at a time.  ❛  hey, man… uh, thanks. for this… for believing in me.  ❜

               even   if   dustin   DIDN’T   know   about   the   upside   down   and   all   it’s   dangers,   he’d   STILL   believe   eddie   was   innocent.      he   knew   the   guy,   he   may   be   ECCENTRIC,   but   in   NO   WAY   was   he   capable   of   murder.      anyone   who   thought   so   was   just   STUPID.      they   would   prove   him   innocent   somehow.      dustin   would   fight   until   his   LAST   BREATH   to   clear   eddie’s   name.      he   had   done   SO   MUCH   for   dustin   when   he   entered   high   school.      accepting   him,   treating   him   like   family.      it   was   NICE   to   have   someone   else   to   depend   on   besides   steve.      if   only   steve   and   eddie   could   GET   OVER   their   jealousy   and   be   friends   too,   then   life   would   be   PERFECT.      as   perfect   as   it   can   be   when   you’re   facing   crazy   monsters   from   another   dimension   anyway.

surely he’d had to know that she’d ask, right? he’d come to her for advice… or rather, she’d asked what was going on underneath all that hair of his and helped him with his little dilemma. but either way, robin felt INVESTED. steve was her best friend after all. 

but at his reaction, there was a sudden sinking feeling in her gut. like anxiety and guilt all rolled up together and excited face fell.  “ OH GOD... “  the worse case scenario was running through her head and she couldn’t help but feel like it was partly her fault.  “ were we.. were we wrong? “  she asked.  “ oh god did i just send you away to make a big mistake? “ 

               it   should   be   STEVE   who   is   receiving   comfort   right   now,   but   he   could   sense   the   beginning   of   a   DOWNWARD   SPIRAL   in   robin,   and   he   was   quick   to   put   his   hands   on   her   arms   to   try   and   STEADY   her.      ❝   woah,   CALM   DOWN,   it   was   nothing   like   that.      LOOK   AT   ME.      we   weren’t   WRONG   robin,   okay?      so   before   you   start   to   FREAK   OUT   anymore   just   relax.      i   mean,   for   you   it’s   probably   going   to   be   HILARIOUS.      but   i   ask   that   you   PLEASE   keep   in   mind   how   unfortunate   it   is   for   me.      you   have   NO   IDEA   what   it’s   like   to   get   blue   balls   okay?   ❞

“ if you say so, harrington. “  of course, he couldn’t help the coy grin that pulled at lips as he watched the other. genuinely, harrington was incredibly attractive. eddie was not going to deny that AT ALL.  and well, since he was currently on the run for murder that he didn’t commit, he may as well take the rare opportunity to flirt with the other.  “ but uh… MAYBE if you think that’s the case, you should stop looking at my lips. really sending me mixed signals here, steve-y boy. “ 

at his words about missing mike, about the letters not being enough, not being the same as actually seeing him, eyes flickered down to the folded paper she’d set down, a few moments before she nodded her head, and shifted to sit down on her bed. hand came to tap the space beside her, an invitation for him to sit beside her. 

what he had said made sense. in some ways she felt that too. the letters weren’t the same, and there was one thing that she had noticed, that stood out so clearly to her even if she sometimes didn’t want to accept it, wanted to just look past it. he, mike… he NEVER said he loved her. never wrote it down like she ALWAYS did with him. maybe that was a silly thing to notice, but it was important to her.  “ i know how you feel. “  her words were quiet, but head was turned to look over at him, a sad sort of smile pulling at lips.  “ i know that we are both safer here. in lenora. “  will was further from the upside down, and she wasn’t in danger the way she had been in hawkins.  “ but i wish that we could all still be together. “ 

               will   joins   her,   taking   a   seat   at   the   edge   of   her   bed.      everything   just   feels   so   weird,   so   DIFFERENT.      lenora   was   good   for   his   mom,   he   understands.      how   often   had   she   sacrificed   her   own   happiness   to   make   sure   her   boys   were   taken   care   of?      even   though   all   three   of   them   HATED   having   to   move,   they   did   it   for   HER.      because   joyce   byers   DESERVED   to   be   taken   care   of   for   once   in   her   life.      and   she   was   doing   GOOD   too.      a   new   job,   and   they   lived   in   a   nice   house.      FAR   nicer   than   the   small   house   they   had   in   hawkins.      really,   everything   should   be   GREAT   for   the   kids.      BUT   IT’S   NOT.

he admired her strength, her DETERMINATION. he did. but daryl couldn’t help but worry. even if lately they had not seen eye to eye on certain things… the reapers, leah, for example, maggie was still family. she was like a SISTER to him and he didn’t want to see struggle. there was a nod of his head. he didn’t like that this wasn’t a social visit, that he was being paraded around by that hornsby asshole, but right now, it wasn’t like he had a whole lot of choice. hand came out to touch her upper arm, a slight hesitation before he spoke.  “ you’ll lemme know if y’need anythin’ though, right? “  he questioned, eyes then flickering over towards hershel.  “ don’ wanna see y’two strugglin’. “ 

perhaps    there    was    a    part    of    zoe    that    craved    the    danger,        the    risk,        the    guts        &        glory.            she    never    used    to    be    like    that,        was    quite    safe    when    it    came    to    her    own    wellbeing          —          but    she    had    more    than    herself    to    think    about    now          …          &        it    hadn’t    been    like    that    in    a    while.

frantically    glancing    between    the    oncoming    storm    of    walkers        &        her    fellow    survivor,        she    cursed    under    her    breath.            rosita    was    stubborn,        that    much    she    picked    up    on    rather    quickly.               ❛ ❛        it    was    just          —        ❜ ❜               she    groaned.            there    was    no    point    fighting    with    her.            it    would    only    waste    precious    time,        &        they    had    very    little    of    that.               ❛ ❛        right    okay,        but    we    need    to    bring    them    somewhere    we    have    the    advantage.            there’s    just    two    of    us        &        a    shit    ton’    of    them.        ❜ ❜

               it   wasn’t   the   first   time   they   were   outnumbered   by   the   dead,   and   it   wouldn’t   be   the   last.      there   had   been   MANY   times   where   they   were   backed   into   a   corner,   a   horde   of   corpses   headed   straight   for   them.      each   time,   by   some   MIRACLE,   they   managed   to   survive   to   fight   another   day.      rosita   TRULY   HOPED   that   would   be   the   case   this   time   as   well.      the   number   of   bullets   they   had   were   SUBSTANTIALLY   less   than   the   walkers   coming   for   them.      there   would   be   no   SHOOTING   their   way   out   of   this   one.      they   would   have   to   get   CREATIVE,   and   find   a   way   to   kill   these   walkers   without   killing   themselves.