#barhd

         〝 yeah, don't remind me. playing board games with him is scary enough, sweeped a bunch of us in monopoly the other day and i swear, he had this devious little — oh shit. is that him? 〞 indeed, @barhd was approaching the pair, looking jolly as ever. commence a mad scramble to look casual. play it cool. play it cool.

He’d managed to survive. They all had. Though he’d never say it out loud, he’d gone into the Upside Down with the expectation that he wouldn’t be coming out. But he was wrong. 

There was a lot of guilt that he experienced, after everything. Chrissy’s death would likely weigh on him for years—hell, maybe even an entire lifetime. She’d had so much going for her, it seemed. What did Eddie have? Like…why him?

Wayne. Steve. Robin. Nancy. Mike. Corroded Coffin. 

And Dustin Henderson. 

That kid was something else. And he needed Eddie—he and Mike both did, he figured, but he saw a lot of himself in Dustin. His humor, his dramatics, his passion, the missing pieces of his home life… Plus, it was clear that the metalhead had an opportunity to enhance corrupt his music taste. He couldn’t pass that up.

Which is why, at lunch one day when they were back at school (Eddie still on track to graduate at the end of the spring), he gave him an invitation.