[ is all that steve adds, comfortable with falling into the energy of the night. he doesn't know how long it is eddie needs to just drive, so steve gets comfortable and drinks and lets eddie steal the can however much he wants. the six pack is there, and they work their way through at least a couple of cans, singing loudly (and for steve, badly) to whatever song comes on the radio. there is some part of him that clocks how it isn't just eddie's songs that make it on, how reo speedwagon and queen and journey and even songs that neither of them seem to really know slip into the rotation. he has to reach out to hold himself up more than once, as eddie sends them spinning and careening and zigzagging across the dust and dirt, but it's... it's good, it's really good, and it's been a while since steve has really felt like they could just be like this.
he's not thinking about dustin, which he will feel guilty about later, but for now makes it all feel lighter. he's not thinking about nero, either. about eight hundred years, or about whether or not they'll ever go home, or even the fact that going home is a lot more complicated than that. instead, they're in this moment, he's right here with eddie, in the front seats of this beautiful car, and-
he's happy. they're happy- that, at least, he knows. he's confident in.
so he lets eddie drive, and drive and drive until things slow down and steve picks up on it. that eddie's attention has shifted, that the excitement of the drive is slowing, and that's when he sees it. steve can't help but grin, feeling the slowly rising excitement of his plans coming together coming back into it all. holy shit he says, and steve laughs a little.
when eddie finally stops the car, steve shoots eddie that same cocky grin from earlier - feeling cheeky, feeling light. he climbs out and only leans back in to grab for the bottles of alcohol. ]
We can do the quarry late, if you really want to go swimming for some reason. Now come on- we're almost there.
[ steve closes the door and turns, looking up at the perfect recreation of skull rock looking down at them. he takes a breath, something like nerves starting to bubble in his stomach, and then he heads over towards the rocks. ]
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[ is all that steve adds, comfortable with falling into the energy of the night. he doesn't know how long it is eddie needs to just drive, so steve gets comfortable and drinks and lets eddie steal the can however much he wants. the six pack is there, and they work their way through at least a couple of cans, singing loudly (and for steve, badly) to whatever song comes on the radio. there is some part of him that clocks how it isn't just eddie's songs that make it on, how reo speedwagon and queen and journey and even songs that neither of them seem to really know slip into the rotation. he has to reach out to hold himself up more than once, as eddie sends them spinning and careening and zigzagging across the dust and dirt, but it's... it's good, it's really good, and it's been a while since steve has really felt like they could just be like this.
he's not thinking about dustin, which he will feel guilty about later, but for now makes it all feel lighter. he's not thinking about nero, either. about eight hundred years, or about whether or not they'll ever go home, or even the fact that going home is a lot more complicated than that. instead, they're in this moment, he's right here with eddie, in the front seats of this beautiful car, and-
he's happy. they're happy- that, at least, he knows. he's confident in.
so he lets eddie drive, and drive and drive until things slow down and steve picks up on it. that eddie's attention has shifted, that the excitement of the drive is slowing, and that's when he sees it. steve can't help but grin, feeling the slowly rising excitement of his plans coming together coming back into it all. holy shit he says, and steve laughs a little.
when eddie finally stops the car, steve shoots eddie that same cocky grin from earlier - feeling cheeky, feeling light. he climbs out and only leans back in to grab for the bottles of alcohol. ]
We can do the quarry late, if you really want to go swimming for some reason. Now come on- we're almost there.
[ steve closes the door and turns, looking up at the perfect recreation of skull rock looking down at them. he takes a breath, something like nerves starting to bubble in his stomach, and then he heads over towards the rocks. ]