[ loud and abrasive is hardly enough to scare steve away at this point. even before abraxas, before everything that happened before, robin had been plenty. robin, who had been steve's best friend, who'd been steve's closest friend, hadn't been a quiet person either. it's almost like steve likes surrounding himself with those bright lights, those dramatic flairs, those people that help him feel like he is allowed to feel and maybe even let loose a little.
it did not escape steve how easy it was to fall in step with eddie's theatrics. between dustin, who steve now knows just how intensely that kid modeled himself off of eddie, and robin, it's really the kind of person steve prefers to surround himself with. not that it really matters anymore - that time of acknowledgement, of realization, is long gone. they've been this close for two years now, more if he really wanted to think about it, and now-
now eddie drags his hands over steve's shoulder and steve knows, he knows that's intentional. even if that nervous curl is still there, those butterflies thrown into overdrive. whether or not eddie notices, steve feels it - the urge, the pull, following after him like there was never another choice of where he'd go. where he'd want to go.
the offer, and the subsequent excitement, has steve's chuckling a little. he knows they tend to have a routine, knows that he usually drives. but the whole point to this was to help eddie, was to get eddie (and steve) out of his head, and what better way than to force it to do something else? ]
You can be Burt this time. [ and yes, steve is aware that makes him carrie. and somehow he's not...mad? eddie gets in, tossing his bottles in the back and jumping behind the wheel, and steve just sort of watches him - brows up, entertained by how excited he is, but also by this whole...thing.
it's not until eddie leans over and opens up the passenger door that steve shakes his head, slipping into the passenger seat and dropping the bottles and cans at his feet. that is the nice thing about taking the passenger side, he supposes, as he cracks open one of the cans. he doesn't have to wait to start. ]
If you start driving, I'll tell you. [ a beat, as steve leans back in the seat - pretty content where he's seated for the moment, and definitely not ignoring how those nervous butterflies haven't really faded. ] But we're not going that far. And definitely not to any fish... will you just drive? Jesus.
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it did not escape steve how easy it was to fall in step with eddie's theatrics. between dustin, who steve now knows just how intensely that kid modeled himself off of eddie, and robin, it's really the kind of person steve prefers to surround himself with. not that it really matters anymore - that time of acknowledgement, of realization, is long gone. they've been this close for two years now, more if he really wanted to think about it, and now-
now eddie drags his hands over steve's shoulder and steve knows, he knows that's intentional. even if that nervous curl is still there, those butterflies thrown into overdrive. whether or not eddie notices, steve feels it - the urge, the pull, following after him like there was never another choice of where he'd go. where he'd want to go.
the offer, and the subsequent excitement, has steve's chuckling a little. he knows they tend to have a routine, knows that he usually drives. but the whole point to this was to help eddie, was to get eddie (and steve) out of his head, and what better way than to force it to do something else? ]
You can be Burt this time. [ and yes, steve is aware that makes him carrie. and somehow he's not...mad? eddie gets in, tossing his bottles in the back and jumping behind the wheel, and steve just sort of watches him - brows up, entertained by how excited he is, but also by this whole...thing.
it's not until eddie leans over and opens up the passenger door that steve shakes his head, slipping into the passenger seat and dropping the bottles and cans at his feet. that is the nice thing about taking the passenger side, he supposes, as he cracks open one of the cans. he doesn't have to wait to start. ]
If you start driving, I'll tell you. [ a beat, as steve leans back in the seat - pretty content where he's seated for the moment, and definitely not ignoring how those nervous butterflies haven't really faded. ] But we're not going that far. And definitely not to any fish... will you just drive? Jesus.