( It's really no secret that Eddie can be incredibly impulsive. It has gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion, usually in school when he's rushed to the defense of one of his fellow Hellfire recruits. Never do what's expected of you - just one of the many things in his so-called Munson doctrine.
So it really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when, in response to Steve agreeing to come, Eddie tugs Steve's injured hand, bending down like one of the knights in shining armor in the storybooks he used to read as a kid to place a gentle kiss to the newly bandaged wound. This city might not be the backdrop of a fantasy, but that isn't stopping Eddie from pretending for a moment that a kiss could have profound healing properties.
Okay, in reality, it just seemed like the sort of cheeky thing to do. Eddie tries to set aside the bitterness as he considers the genuine possibility that Nancy Wheeler would have likely done something like that. Get a grip, Munson, he tells himself, reminding himself that Nancy isn't even here. )
Yeah, so, um. See you there, then? ( Eddie stammers out when he realizes he can't take back that ridiculous gesture. ) I should probably go, right? I, um. Thanks for letting me, you know, ( he trails off, gesturing around the bathroom as if Steve is supposed to know that means bandage you up and take care of you.)
[ Looking back on this moment, Steve will tell himself that he should have expected a kiss on the hand. Eddie is dramatic and impulsive, and who hasn't played around with the healing kiss of life that so many fairy tales spoke of? But even if he manages to kid himself into believing all of that, he could have never foreseen Eddie committing to the bit so much so that he would kneel in front of Steve on the bathroom floor.
Steve's eyes can do nothing but follow Eddie's downward trajectory, gaze glued to his lips as they reach even lower and kiss his wounded hand. He doesn't have the full context for this situation—is Eddie treating him like a girl because he's gay? But that's not how gay men work, is it? Was he just being a dramatic little shit who's unable to pass up the chance to ruffle Steve Harrington's feathers? Ever since Eddie had come out to Steve, it's like he's looking at their friendship on two different movie screens and can't figure out which one's real and which one's fake. ]
Yeah. [ It's sort of a blanket statement and currently the only word in Steve's vocabulary. ] Yeah, um, bye? And thanks for, you know... [ He gently wiggles the fingers of the hand still held in Eddie's grasp. ]
(Stupid, Eddie chastises himself. This was a mistake; he knows it, but at least it doesn't seem like Steve is still closing himself off from Eddie. If he's a little bit awkward about it, well, that's probably to be expected for Eddie's silly antics.
He might as well quit while he's ahead. Which means standing back up, straightening himself up, and reluctantly dropping Steve's hand. With a silly wave, Eddie starts to back out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over himself as if matters couldn't possibly be made worse. He probably should have expected as much; since when did he ever get to have nice things? )
If you need any more bandages changing, you know who to call, ( he throws in, as if he hasn't dug himself a deep enough hole. )
Oh, yeah, thanks. [ He sounds like a broken record, but he doesn't know what else to say. He should show Eddie to the door but his feet are rooted to the spot as everything runs through his head. Eddie had forced his way over only to be completely nice and charming, and Steve had just gone along with all of it like a big idiot in sweatpants. At the very least, it seems like the confrontation in the haunted house was mostly water under the bridge, even if Steve wasn't going to trust himself around Eddie during the city's antics for quite a while after. ]
( Eddie clenches his eyes shut and draws in a deep breath. They're okay, he thinks. Or, at least, they're on their way to being okay again. That's really all he can ask for, after everything. )
See ya 'round, Steve. ( He gives a mock salute in Steve's direction and doesn't so much as wait for a response before he's shuffling out the door, more to save himself from further embarrassment than anything else. Oh, if only a hole could swallow him up and let him forget all about the past, oh, five minutes. But, no, of course, he wouldn't be so lucky. )
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So it really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when, in response to Steve agreeing to come, Eddie tugs Steve's injured hand, bending down like one of the knights in shining armor in the storybooks he used to read as a kid to place a gentle kiss to the newly bandaged wound. This city might not be the backdrop of a fantasy, but that isn't stopping Eddie from pretending for a moment that a kiss could have profound healing properties.
Okay, in reality, it just seemed like the sort of cheeky thing to do. Eddie tries to set aside the bitterness as he considers the genuine possibility that Nancy Wheeler would have likely done something like that. Get a grip, Munson, he tells himself, reminding himself that Nancy isn't even here. )
Yeah, so, um. See you there, then? ( Eddie stammers out when he realizes he can't take back that ridiculous gesture. ) I should probably go, right? I, um. Thanks for letting me, you know, ( he trails off, gesturing around the bathroom as if Steve is supposed to know that means bandage you up and take care of you. )
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Steve's eyes can do nothing but follow Eddie's downward trajectory, gaze glued to his lips as they reach even lower and kiss his wounded hand. He doesn't have the full context for this situation—is Eddie treating him like a girl because he's gay? But that's not how gay men work, is it? Was he just being a dramatic little shit who's unable to pass up the chance to ruffle Steve Harrington's feathers? Ever since Eddie had come out to Steve, it's like he's looking at their friendship on two different movie screens and can't figure out which one's real and which one's fake. ]
Yeah. [ It's sort of a blanket statement and currently the only word in Steve's vocabulary. ] Yeah, um, bye? And thanks for, you know... [ He gently wiggles the fingers of the hand still held in Eddie's grasp. ]
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He might as well quit while he's ahead. Which means standing back up, straightening himself up, and reluctantly dropping Steve's hand. With a silly wave, Eddie starts to back out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over himself as if matters couldn't possibly be made worse. He probably should have expected as much; since when did he ever get to have nice things? )
If you need any more bandages changing, you know who to call, ( he throws in, as if he hasn't dug himself a deep enough hole. )
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See ya 'round, Steve. ( He gives a mock salute in Steve's direction and doesn't so much as wait for a response before he's shuffling out the door, more to save himself from further embarrassment than anything else. Oh, if only a hole could swallow him up and let him forget all about the past, oh, five minutes. But, no, of course, he wouldn't be so lucky. )