[ is this what bonding is??? steve doesn't even know anymore. but he guesses there must be something to all of this - from the small things he's putting together about eddie to the fact eddie is still here, just kind of chatting with him, after the disaster that was whatever happened downstairs.
it's enough to help ease some kind of tension out of steve, lets him take a breath, and then another. ] Okay, but being a student and being a teacher are totally different ball games and don't have anything to do with each other. Plus- Mrs. O'Donnell's kind of a bitch.
[ part of steve almost wonders if he's stepped on a land mind of some kind, if it's a sore subject for eddie to dip into. but eddie smiles, so steve assumes it must be okay. at least somewhat.
as eddie paces, steve just sort of stands where he is, his eyes kind of distantly drifting across the room, trying to decide if he's missed this place or if it feels weird being here again. there isn't much in the way of materials to board up the door, but he bets he could use some of the tables. maybe if they broke the place apart just a little bit, the tables could come together.
the apology catches steve's attention, draws his brows together, before he's shaking his head and starting off into the small lobby to start picking up chairs. the place is small enough that they can keep talking, and steve suddenly just. needs to start doing something. ] You're good, dude. Whatever's happening is kind of fucked, but I guess this was better than...
[ steve decides he doesn't want to finish that for right now, so he just moves on, grabbing a couple of chairs and bringing them back to the elevator door, stacking them.
the good gig makes steve huff a laugh, still moving, grabbing more chairs, bringing them back. ] You get sick of it after the first like, three days. But that didn't stop the kids from all coming by for free scoops. And it's how I met Robin, so yeah, it could have been worse.
[ except, you know, it did get worse. but eddie is trying, so steve figures he could too. ]
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it's enough to help ease some kind of tension out of steve, lets him take a breath, and then another. ] Okay, but being a student and being a teacher are totally different ball games and don't have anything to do with each other. Plus- Mrs. O'Donnell's kind of a bitch.
[ part of steve almost wonders if he's stepped on a land mind of some kind, if it's a sore subject for eddie to dip into. but eddie smiles, so steve assumes it must be okay. at least somewhat.
as eddie paces, steve just sort of stands where he is, his eyes kind of distantly drifting across the room, trying to decide if he's missed this place or if it feels weird being here again. there isn't much in the way of materials to board up the door, but he bets he could use some of the tables. maybe if they broke the place apart just a little bit, the tables could come together.
the apology catches steve's attention, draws his brows together, before he's shaking his head and starting off into the small lobby to start picking up chairs. the place is small enough that they can keep talking, and steve suddenly just. needs to start doing something. ] You're good, dude. Whatever's happening is kind of fucked, but I guess this was better than...
[ steve decides he doesn't want to finish that for right now, so he just moves on, grabbing a couple of chairs and bringing them back to the elevator door, stacking them.
the good gig makes steve huff a laugh, still moving, grabbing more chairs, bringing them back. ] You get sick of it after the first like, three days. But that didn't stop the kids from all coming by for free scoops. And it's how I met Robin, so yeah, it could have been worse.
[ except, you know, it did get worse. but eddie is trying, so steve figures he could too. ]