[ eddie is beaming, and steve finds himself a bit caught up in it. it's not the first time either, just like it isn't the first time steve suddenly gets why dustin had been so obsessed with eddie. why all the kids had been drawn to eddie so quickly, so intensely. he may not fully understand what it is he's done, or said, to get this kind of reaction - but he's not going to question it too much. eddie likes music, eddie likes this kind of music, and whether or not it's steve's preference doesn't matter nearly as much.

( lord knows he's watched plenty of movies he doesn't actually care about for robin. it's not that hard to listen to a cassette. )

you know eddie starts, and steve's blinking back to the present. to the realization he'd definitely just been staring. smooth, harrington. he blinks, and listens, and eddie mentions something about a record deal and California and steve's brain stutters to a stop somewhere in the middle of it all. ]

Wait- seriously? Holy shit, Munson. [ there's not enough time for steve to realize that this is one of those rare moments where eddie is actually revealing something about himself, because he's a bit too caught up on the facts of it all. the mental image of eddie in california, a part of a famous band, escaping hawkins once and for all...

steve's thoughts stutter to a stop right about there, knowing what he knows, but he doesn't want to bring the mood down. doesn't want to bring up what they both know but don't like talking about. so instead, steve laughs, shakes his head. ] That's sick. Sucks that it didn't go through, but damn.

[ and then steve snorts, shifting away from where he'd moved to sit right up against eddie's side back to where his armor is...still strewn around the floor. he wants eddie to have time to listen to his music, after all, and he's only halfway through his cleaning routine. ]

Dude, don't apologize. You've met Robin- that's a motormouth. You're not even close.