[ steve makes a face like he's actually thinking it over - cause alright, maybe eddie has a point with the whole magic thing. after a second, steve nods. because yeah, okay, he's officially accepted that metaphor. nice going, Eddie, you've got his sign-off.
and steve feels a little proud that eddie agrees with him. because whether or not he's right, he feels right, and this should be his thing, you know? that should be something he's good at. so he'll take that and hold onto it for now. he's even prepared to keep arguing it when he notices the expression flit across eddie's face. and it kind of drags steve back into the moment - of how insane it sounds when he says it, of what it actually sounds like to someone who isn't there. the animation in steve's explanation kind of immediately fades, his shoulders dropping a bit.
because he forgets - he doesn't mean to, but he does. that eddie is new to this. that eddie just learned about it all. and now-
steve's eyes go to his drink, just for a second, before he downs his own, too. refills both of their glasses with the last of the pitcher because what else can he do with his hands? ]
It's messed up, right? [ he swirls the last of his ale around, then shrugs, suddenly feeling...he doesn't know. weird about it? self-conscious? this is dumb. ] I don't think they have any of that here, though. Or- if they did, you'd think they'd talk about it. I'm sure they have monsters somewhere, but they're more out in the woods kind you go hunting for.
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and steve feels a little proud that eddie agrees with him. because whether or not he's right, he feels right, and this should be his thing, you know? that should be something he's good at. so he'll take that and hold onto it for now. he's even prepared to keep arguing it when he notices the expression flit across eddie's face. and it kind of drags steve back into the moment - of how insane it sounds when he says it, of what it actually sounds like to someone who isn't there. the animation in steve's explanation kind of immediately fades, his shoulders dropping a bit.
because he forgets - he doesn't mean to, but he does. that eddie is new to this. that eddie just learned about it all. and now-
steve's eyes go to his drink, just for a second, before he downs his own, too. refills both of their glasses with the last of the pitcher because what else can he do with his hands? ]
It's messed up, right? [ he swirls the last of his ale around, then shrugs, suddenly feeling...he doesn't know. weird about it? self-conscious? this is dumb. ] I don't think they have any of that here, though. Or- if they did, you'd think they'd talk about it. I'm sure they have monsters somewhere, but they're more out in the woods kind you go hunting for.