[ It's probably the scent of smoke that's giving him the craving, but Steve could really use a cigarette right now. Having one in his hands would also give him something to do, a concrete action for his lips and lungs that was something other than talking. Eddie looks at him like he might be crazy, or maybe it's just surprise that Steve is saying so much to someone he knows so little about. They're still feeling each other out in a lot of ways, and while it seems they've both left behind their prejudices and jealousies surrounding the other, that doesn't mean they really get each other yet.
A bark of laughter escapes him, a bit of a smile creeping into the corner of his lips and he nods. ] Yeah, man, you came into things three years later than me. And I was trying to get you on board.
[ He doesn't think he was lying to Eddie, not exactly, but Steve had definitely underestimated Vecna and overestimated those left in Hawkins. He still wonders if they would have won more definitively if everyone had been together, if Eleven and the Byers hadn't been across the country, and Hopper had been alive. Steve might be the voice of reason, but that's not always because he has all the answers—sometimes he just knows the sound of a suicidal plan when he hears one.
Sometimes he doesn't.
The comment about worker bees and desk jobs makes him shake his head, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what he wants. He knows that he doesn't want to work for his dad, and he knows that he can't get into college, and the only thing that he knows is that he wants a life with someone he loves but that seems just as impossible as doing anything other than a soul-crushing nine-to-five job of any kind. ]
I mean, yeah? If I'm the one that can do it, and no one else can, then it's up to me. Plus, what else is there? How else can I help if not this? Like, fuck, at least babysitting Henderson means that I can keep him alive to do his science shit and make a real difference.
Yeah, that's me. Good with being three years later. [ eggie says with a bit of a self-deprecating smile on his lips. three years late to the whole 'supernatural world of monsters under our town' bit is a lot better than to walking down the stage to graduate.
then again, eddie's not going to be doing that any time soon. at least he doesn't think so. he's still holding the cigarette out. ] You seem like you need it, dude.
[ the place their in might not have weed readily available, but at least it has camels. sweet, sweet camels. terrible for eddie's lungs but great for his anxiety and the way his hands shake.
he frowns, brows furrowing slightly as he listens to steve talk about how he doesn't have anything else to add. ] You realize the only reason we got in touch with Henderson and got out of the Upside Down that first time was because of you, right? That made a difference.
[ Steve finally notices the cigarette as an invitation rather than just another one of Eddie's gestures. He didn't think the guy liked him enough to share, but maybe being stuck here together means that he's going to warm up to a friendly face a lot faster even if it's the face of former King Steve.
Taking the cigarette between two fingers, he lifts it to tag a drag, holds it in his lungs, and then sighs it back out. He considers himself lucky that he does cough it up since it's been a while since he last smoked. ] Thanks, I'll grab my own while we're out so I don't have to keep bumming off you.
[ Another drag and he offers it back to Eddie with a smile that's both thankful and self-deprecating. He appreciates that Eddie is trying to make him feel better, but Steve doesn't necessarily need it; he knows his strengths and his weaknesses. ] Yeah, we're just lucky I can recognize that kid's condescending tone a mile away.
It's all yours. [ eddie waves a dismissive hand and then moves to pull out another cigarette from the pack he's got squirreled away in his jacket. ] This place isn't against us smoking, apparently.
[ weapons are on the out but there's definitely still ways to kill themselves. slowly, he guesses. somehow that thought is a lot more fucked up. ] That's a skill, Harrington.
One that saved my ass so I'm going to be grateful. [ it kept him alive longer and while eddie's aware that it's not for long, the part where things go downhill for him aren't really steve harrington's fault at all. ]
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A bark of laughter escapes him, a bit of a smile creeping into the corner of his lips and he nods. ] Yeah, man, you came into things three years later than me. And I was trying to get you on board.
[ He doesn't think he was lying to Eddie, not exactly, but Steve had definitely underestimated Vecna and overestimated those left in Hawkins. He still wonders if they would have won more definitively if everyone had been together, if Eleven and the Byers hadn't been across the country, and Hopper had been alive. Steve might be the voice of reason, but that's not always because he has all the answers—sometimes he just knows the sound of a suicidal plan when he hears one.
Sometimes he doesn't.
The comment about worker bees and desk jobs makes him shake his head, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what he wants. He knows that he doesn't want to work for his dad, and he knows that he can't get into college, and the only thing that he knows is that he wants a life with someone he loves but that seems just as impossible as doing anything other than a soul-crushing nine-to-five job of any kind. ]
I mean, yeah? If I'm the one that can do it, and no one else can, then it's up to me. Plus, what else is there? How else can I help if not this? Like, fuck, at least babysitting Henderson means that I can keep him alive to do his science shit and make a real difference.
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then again, eddie's not going to be doing that any time soon. at least he doesn't think so. he's still holding the cigarette out. ] You seem like you need it, dude.
[ the place their in might not have weed readily available, but at least it has camels. sweet, sweet camels. terrible for eddie's lungs but great for his anxiety and the way his hands shake.
he frowns, brows furrowing slightly as he listens to steve talk about how he doesn't have anything else to add. ] You realize the only reason we got in touch with Henderson and got out of the Upside Down that first time was because of you, right? That made a difference.
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Taking the cigarette between two fingers, he lifts it to tag a drag, holds it in his lungs, and then sighs it back out. He considers himself lucky that he does cough it up since it's been a while since he last smoked. ] Thanks, I'll grab my own while we're out so I don't have to keep bumming off you.
[ Another drag and he offers it back to Eddie with a smile that's both thankful and self-deprecating. He appreciates that Eddie is trying to make him feel better, but Steve doesn't necessarily need it; he knows his strengths and his weaknesses. ] Yeah, we're just lucky I can recognize that kid's condescending tone a mile away.
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[ weapons are on the out but there's definitely still ways to kill themselves. slowly, he guesses. somehow that thought is a lot more fucked up. ] That's a skill, Harrington.
One that saved my ass so I'm going to be grateful. [ it kept him alive longer and while eddie's aware that it's not for long, the part where things go downhill for him aren't really steve harrington's fault at all. ]