If I'm gonna tell Dean to add music, you might as well give me the whole list. I'm not gonna remember them all on their own.
[ it has only been a couple of years worth of music education that steve has gone through to know this much, but he'll take the wins where he can. he doesn't quite notice is eddie pauses at any point during their walk, his focus on the plan. the steps, where they're going. the hallway is a familiar enough sight for steve, so he's not even thinking about the library, the books, the warmth of the space. this is the home of the men of letters, one of the few places that steve has really felt comfortable. really felt like it could be home.
but that's not the focus here. this is. and so as the garage door opens and gives way to the entire garage, and steve can't help but grin. it's not even his to show off, but eddie's eyes go wide as he wanders through the door, and steve holds onto that grin for a little longer - follows eddie inside the garage like he has any right to the swell of pride at showing it off. ]
Right? [ if steve had a little more self awareness, he might have tried to find a different equivalent of an event. like a concert venue, maybe someone who had a record store somewhere in their horizon. as it stands, he's still trying, and hoping this works, and eddie's reaction is making him feel like it is. ]
They're Dean's, or I guess they used to belong to the Men of Letters or something? Some kind of group from Dean's home world who all died in the fifties or something. [ steve walks in behind eddie, looking around the place like he has any reason to feel this pleased. ]
Take your pick. [ he says, his grin widening as he glances to eddie and then to the lineup again. ] Oh- except that one. [ he motions to the impala, parked among the other cars. ] But the others- fair game.
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[ it has only been a couple of years worth of music education that steve has gone through to know this much, but he'll take the wins where he can. he doesn't quite notice is eddie pauses at any point during their walk, his focus on the plan. the steps, where they're going. the hallway is a familiar enough sight for steve, so he's not even thinking about the library, the books, the warmth of the space. this is the home of the men of letters, one of the few places that steve has really felt comfortable. really felt like it could be home.
but that's not the focus here. this is. and so as the garage door opens and gives way to the entire garage, and steve can't help but grin. it's not even his to show off, but eddie's eyes go wide as he wanders through the door, and steve holds onto that grin for a little longer - follows eddie inside the garage like he has any right to the swell of pride at showing it off. ]
Right? [ if steve had a little more self awareness, he might have tried to find a different equivalent of an event. like a concert venue, maybe someone who had a record store somewhere in their horizon. as it stands, he's still trying, and hoping this works, and eddie's reaction is making him feel like it is. ]
They're Dean's, or I guess they used to belong to the Men of Letters or something? Some kind of group from Dean's home world who all died in the fifties or something. [ steve walks in behind eddie, looking around the place like he has any reason to feel this pleased. ]
Take your pick. [ he says, his grin widening as he glances to eddie and then to the lineup again. ] Oh- except that one. [ he motions to the impala, parked among the other cars. ] But the others- fair game.