[ and it's said too fondly, punctuated by a smile that may or may not be a little too soft. there's an interesting combination somewhere in there, where steve knows what to expect when he casually offers eddie a chance to go way too hard in any direction for any task at all, so much that he assumes it will happen every time. so much that it doesn't bother him, and if anything, he feels off whenever eddie doesn't.
it's not meant to be a ridiculous request - Eddie knows so much more about music than steve ever will. but still, the feeling he's just signed his soul away settles in and steve knows, he knows some part of him might regret it. but that's just the way these things go, now. the way eddie goes. the way eddie is.
and still, steve will pass the book along. and probably give dean some kind of apologetic smile before he just...runs away. because he'll do just about anything for eddie, big or small, and that is a fact that steve has lost track of how long it's been true. ]
Strictly off limits, yeah. [ steve doesn't really elaborate, beyond that. he might be willing to sneak off down into dean's private collection of sports cars, might be more than okay stealing alcohol and wandering through the bunker, but there are some lines you never cross. and this is one of them.
eddie knows it, too, judging from how he doesn't press for more info. but steve's doesn't really linger on that, considering how eddie (probably just to be annoying, he's definitely doing it just to get a rise) slides his hand across steve's shoulders and just goes on his way. the touch feels- god, it's stupid, it's silly, but steve feels a kind of electricity shoot down his spine at the touch. and the reason that's silly, that's ridiculous, is because he is here because of that - isn't he? so why does it surprise him?
it doesn't matter, he has a plan, and steve follows after eddie as he expects each machine - the bottles and beer still held in his arms as they all but shop. he doesn't rush eddie, more curious about what it is the other's looking at, before they come to the pontiac and steve's eyes roll back. ]
I should'a guessed. [ a beat, and then- ] You wanna drive? Or me?
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[ and it's said too fondly, punctuated by a smile that may or may not be a little too soft. there's an interesting combination somewhere in there, where steve knows what to expect when he casually offers eddie a chance to go way too hard in any direction for any task at all, so much that he assumes it will happen every time. so much that it doesn't bother him, and if anything, he feels off whenever eddie doesn't.
it's not meant to be a ridiculous request - Eddie knows so much more about music than steve ever will. but still, the feeling he's just signed his soul away settles in and steve knows, he knows some part of him might regret it. but that's just the way these things go, now. the way eddie goes. the way eddie is.
and still, steve will pass the book along. and probably give dean some kind of apologetic smile before he just...runs away. because he'll do just about anything for eddie, big or small, and that is a fact that steve has lost track of how long it's been true. ]
Strictly off limits, yeah. [ steve doesn't really elaborate, beyond that. he might be willing to sneak off down into dean's private collection of sports cars, might be more than okay stealing alcohol and wandering through the bunker, but there are some lines you never cross. and this is one of them.
eddie knows it, too, judging from how he doesn't press for more info. but steve's doesn't really linger on that, considering how eddie (probably just to be annoying, he's definitely doing it just to get a rise) slides his hand across steve's shoulders and just goes on his way. the touch feels- god, it's stupid, it's silly, but steve feels a kind of electricity shoot down his spine at the touch. and the reason that's silly, that's ridiculous, is because he is here because of that - isn't he? so why does it surprise him?
it doesn't matter, he has a plan, and steve follows after eddie as he expects each machine - the bottles and beer still held in his arms as they all but shop. he doesn't rush eddie, more curious about what it is the other's looking at, before they come to the pontiac and steve's eyes roll back. ]
I should'a guessed. [ a beat, and then- ] You wanna drive? Or me?