[ Well, to be totally fair, heās not thinking about Dustin anymore. Well, he is, but the worry thatās been plaguing him all day isnāt really at the forefront of his mind anymore. Heās been thoroughly distracted, and itās strange, the way the rest of the world just kind of melts away for a momentāa moment that feels like an eternity, mind you.
And Steve just doesnāt let go of his wrist. Not until he absolutely has toāwhen heās dragged Eddie out the door and slides across the BMWās top just to get to the drivers seat. Eddie rolls his eyes, but itās hard not to smile. Itās hard not to chuckle. And, shit, itās even harder not to be totally charmed.]
Jesus Christ. Okay, okay, okay. Okayā
[ He mumbles beneath his breathāhopefully out of earshot if heās lucky, but nothing about Eddie Munson is subtle, and itās easy to catch the way he pauses to shake out his hands in an attempt to relieve some of his nerves before approaching the passenger seat. Does he know what this is or where any of it is going? Absolutely not. But heās still interested in seeing it through.
Stop overthinking, he commands himself. Just stop. Because overthinking is how he ends up spiraling and questioning everything. Overthinking is how he gets scared. And sure, he's nerves are jangled as hell, but heās not quite petrified yet. So he takes the plunge, takes a deep breath and ducks into the passenger seat. ]
That trick normally get you a lot of compliments, Steve?
[ Itās not cruel, not mocking, just light and amused, all mixed up in a tone of fondness and a smile. With his stomach and heart doing cartwheels over one another, he truly feel like heās dying all over again, but he doesnāt need to show it.
(He is actually impressed, though. That trick doesnāt work on a van unless you want a broken arm and a head injury).
The drive isā¦itās normal. Eddie chooses the music without asking and refuses to sit still, fingers tapping along with the musicāas always. But this time, rather than staring out the window at the strange scenery that passes, he finds that his gaze keeps drifting to Steve, almost drawn like a magnet, and it doesnāt stop until they reach the Roadhouse. A familiar enough place. ]
Did I?
[ He knows he did, and he probably needs a drink at this point. Just something to soften his nerves a bit. ]
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And Steve just doesnāt let go of his wrist. Not until he absolutely has toāwhen heās dragged Eddie out the door and slides across the BMWās top just to get to the drivers seat. Eddie rolls his eyes, but itās hard not to smile. Itās hard not to chuckle. And, shit, itās even harder not to be totally charmed.]
Jesus Christ. Okay, okay, okay. Okayā
[ He mumbles beneath his breathāhopefully out of earshot if heās lucky, but nothing about Eddie Munson is subtle, and itās easy to catch the way he pauses to shake out his hands in an attempt to relieve some of his nerves before approaching the passenger seat. Does he know what this is or where any of it is going? Absolutely not. But heās still interested in seeing it through.
Stop overthinking, he commands himself. Just stop. Because overthinking is how he ends up spiraling and questioning everything. Overthinking is how he gets scared. And sure, he's nerves are jangled as hell, but heās not quite petrified yet. So he takes the plunge, takes a deep breath and ducks into the passenger seat. ]
That trick normally get you a lot of compliments, Steve?
[ Itās not cruel, not mocking, just light and amused, all mixed up in a tone of fondness and a smile. With his stomach and heart doing cartwheels over one another, he truly feel like heās dying all over again, but he doesnāt need to show it.
(He is actually impressed, though. That trick doesnāt work on a van unless you want a broken arm and a head injury).
The drive isā¦itās normal. Eddie chooses the music without asking and refuses to sit still, fingers tapping along with the musicāas always. But this time, rather than staring out the window at the strange scenery that passes, he finds that his gaze keeps drifting to Steve, almost drawn like a magnet, and it doesnāt stop until they reach the Roadhouse. A familiar enough place. ]
Did I?
[ He knows he did, and he probably needs a drink at this point. Just something to soften his nerves a bit. ]
Yeah, I guess I did. Once or twice.