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@ebbiemunson said: "Are you okay...?"

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ☪︎ . *. ⋆ IT WASN'T ALL THAT UNUSUAL TO find jonathan out here, all by himself, letting the blades of grass tickle his ankles as he watches where the sun is almost fully swallowed by the horizon. he hadn't been out to lover's lake in a while, but it also wasn't surprising to find eddie out here; a little birdie had told him that they saw the same dealer, who lived out here.

he's a little taken aback, a bit SURPRISED by how the other seemed comfortable approaching him out here, all alone. so he struggles with how to respond at first, opting to breathe a small ❝ yeah. ❞ his gaze drops to his lap, where he's surreptitiously hanging on to a pack of joints. ❝ i'm good, just ... enjoying it out here, i guess. ❞

"Are you always like this?"

　His gaze is cutting and he's assessing the situation. He doesn't particularly like to be touched and certainly without warning. Under normal circumstances he would have lashed out or snapped already, blacking out when he saw hands moving towards him — this is Eddie, however, who poses zero threat to him.

She looks up at him, kind of taken back he'd even TALK to her let alone try to be NICE. It's not like she's been exactly KIND to him like -- EVER. Sure she was trying to be LESS psychotic since the whole body snatcher thing but she didn't think she'd been like, nice enough that he thought he could TALK to her. She doesn't even think she looks all that good right now. It's not like she's gonna dress up to spend time with the nerd brigade. She genuinely has no idea how to handle it. So she does what she always does and covers for it asap by resorting to being A HUGE BITCH.

she gives him a look that could strip flesh from bones.

@ebbiemunson bestowed: "Sorry, been out of it for a while Chriss. Feeling better though-- finally back on my feet. Did I miss anything?"

☾⋆ ⸻ Had he missed anything? In the grand scheme of things? No. Hawkins was still Hawkins and things had more or less gone back to normal, save a few reporters still sniffing around hoping to get some sort of inside scoop. There wasn't any, well, not any they'd get from talking to the locals.

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“Come again…?” Eddie was hoping that maybe some weed would mellow out Steve’s drunken stupor a bit, but it seemed like the guy had been well and truly determined to be miserable. It was impossible to suss out why when Steve was soaked in liquor and making no sense a good portion of the time.

“Steve–” Okay they’d kissed once or twice, and they’d sure been close after everything they’d gone through together. He had been aching to talk to Steve about what they were supposed to do about… them. What they were supposed to be. Where the hell was Steve getting the impression that he would be looking at someone else right now. He clicked his jaw shut and decided that poking the sad drunk bear would probably be a bad decision.

“Don’t worry Princess. I only have eyes for you.”

The truth of Steve’s misery was really quite simple; he’d come home to a voicemail that explained away yet another forthcoming absence from his parents, which held no pleasantries for him beyond a to-do list that did nothing but feed his fears of inadequacy. It’d taken all of half an hour before he’d broken into his father’s liquor cabinet, and downed about six shots of whiskey, then proceeded to take an extremely risky drive over to Eddie’s.

How he’d managed to get there without ending up in a ditch was anybody’s guess, really. 

Billy huffed a laugh, shaking his head at the boy in front of him. “Pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who’s referred to me as amazing, Munson.” Sid used to say he was beautiful and sweet but he was fifteen then and relied on the older boy to help him get off of heroin.