[ in eddie's defense, he is still relatively new to this entire thing - it has barely been months since he's, you know, died. and steve would be fully supportive of him spending as much time as he'd like just sort of letting that stew before he unpacks what all that's supposed to mean. and not to make this a competition of trauma, because that's not what this is, but steve has technically had...what? years of this? that he still hasn't bothered really touching on?
that is part of why this is so...off-putting. coupled with the way steve's felt his emotions stung out past the point of breaking for days now, on top of whatever other bonkers bullshit he's been dealing with whenever anyone has showed up in his horizon...steve is tired. beyond tired. tired in ways he didn't even know existed. and maybe the energy it takes to keep this all bottled up is better spent somewhere else.
( and maybe, just maybe, there's a part of him that's glad it's eddie who stumbled across this. steve doesn't even know where he'd begin to deal with this if it involved somewhere who didn't know what any of this even was. )
so he gets on the elevator and he hits the buttons they need and he doesn't react when the thing shudders and shakes into motion. steve feels a bit too stretched thin to be worried about any of this, even as he definitely feels eddie's worried eyes on him every second or so, glances that eddie might think he's sneaking, but that steve can tell each and every time. the words that do come are...well, they're not comforting, exactly, but they are something. something that takes steve's mind off of the spinning, if only for a moment. ]
Does that even count if I still don't know who that is? [ steve does breathe out a sort of laugh, some of the tension escaping with the sound, as the elevator climbs and climbs and then comes to a stop. the doors split open ahead of them, and steve leads the way down the small back hallway and through the door that leads to the lobby of scoops ahoy. he seems to heave a sigh of relief as they make it inside, finding some sort of comfort in the weird fluorescent lighting and cool air of the ice cream parlor. ]
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that is part of why this is so...off-putting. coupled with the way steve's felt his emotions stung out past the point of breaking for days now, on top of whatever other bonkers bullshit he's been dealing with whenever anyone has showed up in his horizon...steve is tired. beyond tired. tired in ways he didn't even know existed. and maybe the energy it takes to keep this all bottled up is better spent somewhere else.
( and maybe, just maybe, there's a part of him that's glad it's eddie who stumbled across this. steve doesn't even know where he'd begin to deal with this if it involved somewhere who didn't know what any of this even was. )
so he gets on the elevator and he hits the buttons they need and he doesn't react when the thing shudders and shakes into motion. steve feels a bit too stretched thin to be worried about any of this, even as he definitely feels eddie's worried eyes on him every second or so, glances that eddie might think he's sneaking, but that steve can tell each and every time. the words that do come are...well, they're not comforting, exactly, but they are something. something that takes steve's mind off of the spinning, if only for a moment. ]
Does that even count if I still don't know who that is? [ steve does breathe out a sort of laugh, some of the tension escaping with the sound, as the elevator climbs and climbs and then comes to a stop. the doors split open ahead of them, and steve leads the way down the small back hallway and through the door that leads to the lobby of scoops ahoy. he seems to heave a sigh of relief as they make it inside, finding some sort of comfort in the weird fluorescent lighting and cool air of the ice cream parlor. ]