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     A breath falls from his lips and he twirls the ice cream scoop around in his fingers. Business had been slow today and he had found himself hungry, however, he wasn't craving a sweet treat, after all, eating too much ice cream would take away from his perfectly made body and he couldn't do that, now could he? Sure, he had his hair as a money maker but he was proud of everything and today? Today hadn't been a cheat day for Steve Harrington. So it was time to venture out to the food court and find something he can actually eat.

     After a short, quick and sweet parting with Robin, his co-worker and friend, Steve walks out of Scoops Ahoy in the dumb sailor outfit he has to wear, removing the stupid hat that covers his hair and puts it in his back pocket before walking over to the Dairy Queen station. A good, juicy cheese burger made his stomach growl and his mouth water just a little bit, however, he hadn't expected to see one Chrissy Cunningham standing in the line ahead of him.

@wakeupcunningham // hurt/comfort.

❝ I don’t have time to be tired. ❞

            And really, tired doesn’t feel like the right word; bone deep exhaustion is far more apt.

            Nancy hasn’t allowed herself a moment to breathe or even think on the events they’ve been through – let alone a moment to rest.

            ( to do so would only add to the problem, and what they need are solutions. )

❝ If you’re tired, you should sleep. I can cover for you, you know. ❞ What’s an extra few hours without sleep, in the end? Chrissy had already been through hell, and taking an extra shift for lookout-duty was the least Nancy could do.

Anything to keep from remembering what she's seen.

                                       @wakeupcunningham​  said:  ❝ why not? ❞

                ❝ I  am  not  sure, ❞   Henry  admits,  offering  her  a  slightly  sheepish  shrug.   Basketball  games  have  never  seemed  like  his  kind  of  scene,  and  every  time  he’s  been  offered  a  ticket  he’s  politely  declined  it.  It’s  slightly  harder  to  resist  a  cute  cheerleader  handing  them  out,  though,  and  he  wonders  briefly  if  this  was  a  purposeful  tactic  decided  on  by  the  Tigers.

“  You  don’t  believe  me?  You  really  think  I’m  doing  this  out  of  the  goodness  of  my  own  heart,  Chrissy  Cunningham? ”   Eddie  tilted  his  head  to  the  side,  cheshire  grin  plastered  on  his  expression.   A  ringed  hand  raised  to  his  chest  as  if  to  clutch  his  heart  before  he  dramatically  fell  to  the  side,  only  to  pull  himself  right  back  up.  

CHRISSY’S 18TH BIRTHDAY BASH! He stares at the invitation like it were written in alien letters. Its very sweet of her. No- its downright GENEROUS. But instead of excitement, Eddie’s response to those four little words is a tight lump in his throat. He tries not to let it show. He doesn’t want to hurt her feelings.

@wakeupcunningham // hurt comfort prompts.

Chrissy’s eyes are red, puffed and weary from overuse. The tracks of tears on a dirty face are clear, and in any other moment, she'd want nothing more than to assure the other that it's okay.

( — yet the chime of Vecna’s clock ticks on, each toll bringing them closer to a damned Hawkins. )

It’s a miracle Chrissy's alive; she knows first-hand how debilitating Vecna’s visions can be, knows they got damned lucky this time.

Death, so much – Mike. Holly. Mom. Fire. 

Flashes of memories are pushed back while Nancy settles herself next to the distraught cheerleader, a steady hand outstretched. A water bottle is offered, and while it's only half-full, it's cold enough to bring some comfort. Vitality.

❝ I know. That’s why it’s important to drink – to keep your strength up. We still have a lot of work to do. ❞ 

A whoosh of air let out through bloodied lips; Nancy knows she should do more, should be more comforting.

I'm trying.