[ steve doesn't know a single other person who would make this comparison, genuine or otherwise, but there is a feeling to the fact eddie is bringing it up again. a kind of importance that steve might not fully understand, but he can at least recognize. it does feel a little weighted, he thinks. a little like respect.
probably the best teacher you'll ever have. that pulls a kind of tired, darker chuckle from steve, thinking back to school. to classes. to that feeling it always brought with him. there's enough of him that remembers the feeling to want to be pushed back against anything like it, but at the same time, another part of steve thinks that eddie might actually not be too bad at that - the teaching thing, he means. ]
Honestly? You probably would be.
[ steve spends the next few moments just sort of looking around the room. it's interesting that whatever weird shit his brain is doing has protected this space, that the dust and the grime and the vines haven't actually made it inside. he wonders what it is about scoops ahoy that apparently protects it from the rest of this hellscape, especially considering all they have to do is look out the windows to see that it's still all there.
but he'll take it for now, letting out a breath and turning back to eddie just in time to see him glance back to the elevator door. and yes, okay, steve can acknowledge the fact the elevator isn't supposed to be right there - that's the door that is supposed to lead to the labyrinth behind the stores, where mike and the others used to get him to let them sneak back into the movies. the elevator should be-
he's getting too technical. steve lets out a sigh, deciding not to mention how he has no idea what the cask of amonta-whatever is, and instead step around the counter of the shop. ] Yeah- let's board it up. I don't know if it'll do anything with how fucked up this place has been, but. [ a shrug, which is meant to say it would make me feel better, as he starts looking for just about anything he can find that would work to board the door closed. ]
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probably the best teacher you'll ever have. that pulls a kind of tired, darker chuckle from steve, thinking back to school. to classes. to that feeling it always brought with him. there's enough of him that remembers the feeling to want to be pushed back against anything like it, but at the same time, another part of steve thinks that eddie might actually not be too bad at that - the teaching thing, he means. ]
Honestly? You probably would be.
[ steve spends the next few moments just sort of looking around the room. it's interesting that whatever weird shit his brain is doing has protected this space, that the dust and the grime and the vines haven't actually made it inside. he wonders what it is about scoops ahoy that apparently protects it from the rest of this hellscape, especially considering all they have to do is look out the windows to see that it's still all there.
but he'll take it for now, letting out a breath and turning back to eddie just in time to see him glance back to the elevator door. and yes, okay, steve can acknowledge the fact the elevator isn't supposed to be right there - that's the door that is supposed to lead to the labyrinth behind the stores, where mike and the others used to get him to let them sneak back into the movies. the elevator should be-
he's getting too technical. steve lets out a sigh, deciding not to mention how he has no idea what the cask of amonta-whatever is, and instead step around the counter of the shop. ] Yeah- let's board it up. I don't know if it'll do anything with how fucked up this place has been, but. [ a shrug, which is meant to say it would make me feel better, as he starts looking for just about anything he can find that would work to board the door closed. ]