Yeah, yeah, you can keep your modesty to yourself, dude. Thatās pretty damn close to being Olympic if you ask me.
[ It probably isnāt, and no one did ask him, but he knows Steve is unlikely to attempt to convince him otherwise at this point.
He is insanely nervous. No part of him feels any sense of calm, but itās nice to feel a different sort of anxiety for once. This isnāt fear, itās justā¦anticipation and uncertainty. The talking helps, though heās aware that it isnāt subtle and his nerves must be stupidly easy to read.
If you donāt stop complaining, Iāll carry you there, and I donāt know if either of us want that.
Well, Eddie chokes, goes red, and he counts himself lucky that Steve turns and just misses the opportunity to watch him stumble oh-so gracefully over his own feet. By the time heās steadied himself, Steve is already out of his immediate earshot, and Eddie could easily let the entire thing goā¦but he doesnāt. Heās not quite buzzed, not yet, but the stolen sips of alcohol heād had in the car havenāt had no effect on him. He cups his hands around his mouth and calls: ]
Well, Harrington, you know what they say about assumptionsā¦
[ He lets his words dip into laughter, leaving it up mystery and interpretation just how serious heās really being. Either way, he keeps any and all complaints to himself, joking or otherwise, and the two of them make it up to the rocks without further incident.
Eddie does sit when heās bade to (heāll pace anxiously for the rest of the evening if he doesnāt), but as expected, he doesnāt sit still. He never does. Heās eternally restless, a quality that even death could only quash for all of two minutes. All that nervous energy has to go somewhere, and the result his his leg jittering, enough to shake his entire body and to rattle the chains and zippers on his jacket.
That and the soft clinking of glass bottles are the only sounds between them for a moment, as Eddie watches the landscape shift into something more familiar. Itās an unexpected feeling, the way it tugs at his heartstrings and makes him yearn for a place that he left on the worst terms possible. Hawkins may have no love for him, but itās always going to be his home, and part of him truly does miss it. But even if he could go backā
He shakes his head. This isnāt the time or place. Finally, he clears his throat. His gaze flickers to Steve, and he grins as he passes the bottle back. ]
So, uhā¦It was pretty cool.
[ As promised, heās stubbornly held onto his compliment for so long that it barely makes any sense with the context is so far behind them, but itās clearly important to Eddie that he says it, and heās happy to provide a reminder, unprompted: ]
The car thing. Back there. With theā
[ He makes a gesture that is seemingly meant to mimic the movement of someone sliding across the hood of a car. ]
no subject
[ It probably isnāt, and no one did ask him, but he knows Steve is unlikely to attempt to convince him otherwise at this point.
He is insanely nervous. No part of him feels any sense of calm, but itās nice to feel a different sort of anxiety for once. This isnāt fear, itās justā¦anticipation and uncertainty. The talking helps, though heās aware that it isnāt subtle and his nerves must be stupidly easy to read.
If you donāt stop complaining, Iāll carry you there, and I donāt know if either of us want that.
Well, Eddie chokes, goes red, and he counts himself lucky that Steve turns and just misses the opportunity to watch him stumble oh-so gracefully over his own feet. By the time heās steadied himself, Steve is already out of his immediate earshot, and Eddie could easily let the entire thing goā¦but he doesnāt. Heās not quite buzzed, not yet, but the stolen sips of alcohol heād had in the car havenāt had no effect on him. He cups his hands around his mouth and calls: ]
Well, Harrington, you know what they say about assumptionsā¦
[ He lets his words dip into laughter, leaving it up mystery and interpretation just how serious heās really being. Either way, he keeps any and all complaints to himself, joking or otherwise, and the two of them make it up to the rocks without further incident.
Eddie does sit when heās bade to (heāll pace anxiously for the rest of the evening if he doesnāt), but as expected, he doesnāt sit still. He never does. Heās eternally restless, a quality that even death could only quash for all of two minutes. All that nervous energy has to go somewhere, and the result his his leg jittering, enough to shake his entire body and to rattle the chains and zippers on his jacket.
That and the soft clinking of glass bottles are the only sounds between them for a moment, as Eddie watches the landscape shift into something more familiar. Itās an unexpected feeling, the way it tugs at his heartstrings and makes him yearn for a place that he left on the worst terms possible. Hawkins may have no love for him, but itās always going to be his home, and part of him truly does miss it. But even if he could go backā
He shakes his head. This isnāt the time or place. Finally, he clears his throat. His gaze flickers to Steve, and he grins as he passes the bottle back. ]
So, uhā¦It was pretty cool.
[ As promised, heās stubbornly held onto his compliment for so long that it barely makes any sense with the context is so far behind them, but itās clearly important to Eddie that he says it, and heās happy to provide a reminder, unprompted: ]
The car thing. Back there. With theā
[ He makes a gesture that is seemingly meant to mimic the movement of someone sliding across the hood of a car. ]
Yeah. I was very impressed. Just so you know.