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jacobbyart · 2 years

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title: let the gears turn ship: steve harrington/eddie munson tags: dustin hender POV, coming out, carr accidents, fluff. light-hearted, found family words: 2,539 summary: a small vehicular accident was all it took for dustin to figure out why steve harrington has been off his dating game lately.

The pain on Dustin’s arm was more of a dull throbbing now. He was doped up on painkillers, more than what was necessary in his opinion. A broken arm was the least he had suffered in his life, both physical and emotional scars included. He didn’t complain to the nurses though, not after they kindly let him borrow their desk telephone that rang on and on in his ear. He grumbled under his breath when no one answered, and one of the nurses shot him a raised eyebrow.

“Brothers,” Dustin said with a roll of his eyes. “So unpredictable.”

The nurse shook her head and then returned to her paperwork.

Dustin punched in the number again. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon—”

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Steve speaking. How may—”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“Hello to you too,” Steve replied in his non-customer service voice. He could practically hear him sharing a look with Robin. Dustin knew the drill by now. It was like clockwork really, except for the fact that Steve was still playing coy around who should be the girl of his dreams if his former relationship with Nancy and his non-relationship with literally every other girl they had come across were anything to go by. Maybe it was a new tactic Steve was trying out. Either way, Dustin is yet to fully understand.

“I need you to come pick me up,” he repeated.

“Winter break has us packed, dude.” There was shuffling on the other side. Dustin could hear Robin in the background. “Thought you were having your new best friend drive you around today?”

“I’m at the hospital, Steve.”

Silence. Then, a flat, “what?”

“I need a ride home.”

“Wha—how—Dustin.” Steve sputtered in the receiver, his voice getting louder and louder that Dustin had to hold the phone away from his ear. “Dustin,” he said again.

“You know I can’t call my mom, Steve. She’ll have a heart attack.”

“What happened?”

“Is that really important right now?”

The same nurse from before cleared her throat. It wasn’t his fault Steve was acting like a blubbering fool. A sense of urgency was more than warranted.

“Where’s Munson?”

“It wasn’t his fault, Steve. The roads were icy and—”

“Where’s Munson, Dustin?”

“He’s here. Emergency room. He needs to stay the night, but he’s not dying or anything.”

Another bout of silence. Has Steve hung up the phone? Even his breathing wasn’t audible anymore.

“You there? Steve?”

“I’m on my way.” Steve hung up the phone.

Dustin thanked the nurses for the telephone with one of his toothy smiles. He skedaddled back to the waiting area and sat on an empty plastic chair nearest the exit.

Spending even a day of his winter break in anything that resembled an institution was a day spent badly. Hospitals especially. He had had far too many visits during his childhood and even during recent years—what with injuries from saving Hawkins and all—that he wasn’t exactly uncomfortable being in one. He was used to them, in fact, but he wasn’t fond of them. There were D&D campaigns to hold and arcades to raid after all. Now with Eddie incapacitated, a lot of their plans were going to be put on hold.

There was a more pressing issue: Steve was going to take in the brunt of the work again, driving around a bunch of kids. Dustin knew he would get away with it. He had Steve’s work schedule, and he can certainly plan around that. Steve was just going to have to sacrifice a few more of his dates.

So Dustin waited. He was already thinking of what to tell his mother and what to say to Steve to convince them both that he was fine and he still deserved to head to the arcade before the break ends.

It took Steve about ten minutes to drive to the hospital, even though Dustin knew for a fact that Family Video was more than ten minutes away. Luckily, Steve didn’t suffer the same fate as Dustin and Eddie, but that was a lecture for another day.

Dustin rose from his seat, expecting Steve to not even enter the building, but their bodies almost clash by the entrance. “Hey, Steve, we gotta go.”

“Stay here.” Steve spared him one glance before he continued to power walk towards the reception desk.

“What—Steve!” Dustin groaned before turning on his heel. Steve was already speaking to the same nurse that seemed to hate Dustin’s guts when he caught up with him. She was Steve’s type, Dustin now realized. He rolled his eyes despite his own furious attempts at getting Steve a date. Now was simply not the time.

“It’s through that hallway,” the nurse told Steve.

Steve murmured a thanks and then sped off in the direction she showed him.

“Dude,” Dustin said as he caught the sleeve of Steve’s jacket. “Where are you going?”

“I told you to wait, Henderson.” Steve didn’t even look at him this time. He pulled his arm free of Dustin’s grip. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, fuck that, Steve. Are you…” Dustin followed him into the narrow corridor he had just come through after his cast was set. “Are you seriously going to berate Eddie for this? It wasn’t his fault. The roads were icy and then there was snow—”

“How about I berate you, see how you like that.”

“You don’t even know what berate means, do you?”

Steve paused and then heaved a sigh. He turned around and grabbed Dustin by the shoulders into a loose one-arm hug. Dustin could hear how fast his heart was beating. “I am glad you’re safe. You just had me worried, alright?”

“It’s just a broken arm. We’ve been through so much worse.”

“I know, I know.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “I just need to talk to Eddie, okay? A few minutes, tops. I promise I won’t… berate an injured man.” He let go of Dustin then but kept a hand on his shoulder. “And I do know what berate means, thank you very much.”

“You never fail to surprise me, Steve,” Dustin said, deadpan. Then, he shook his head. “I’m coming with.”

“No, you stay here.”

“The doctor’s not gonna let you in. I, on the other hand, know her well.”

Steve raised an eyebrow but let it slide.

“And anyway, I can totally put in a good word for you if that’s your thing—”

“You can totally do nothing.”

“I’m just saying.”

Another pained expression passed Steve’s face. “Just stay here.”

“Yeah, I really don’t trust you, dude.”

“Ouch.” Steve put a hand on his hip. “Fuck you, Henderson.”

“Yeah, whatever, Steve.” Dustin urged Steve with a frantic motion of his free hand towards the emergency room. “I know you don’t like each other but it wasn’t his fault.”

Another sigh. “I know, Dustin. Is he alright?”

“Concussion, I think. And a fractured rib. Maybe two. He might have to stay longer depending on his condition.”

Steve nodded then pushed the door cautiously.

The emergency room was crowded, but not particularly busy. The doctors and nurses inside were taking their leisurely pace getting around the different patients. Claire, the same doctor that saw Eddie and Dustin earlier in the day, was the first to see them. Dustin offered a small wave.

“What can I help you with, Dusty?” Claire asked.

“We just have a few questions to ask Eddie.”

“And who’s this?”

Dustin patted Steve’s stomach and chuckled. “My other babysitter. Not that I need it, then again I have my arm in a cast.”

Claire laughed back. “Don’t take too long. Other patients don’t like it when I play favorites.” She winked.

With a toothy smile, Dustin chanced a look at Steve. His gaze was far away, trained towards Eddie’s wild mop of hair.

Eddie was staring at the ceiling. One of his wrists was in a cast and a few stitches were visible on his cheek, even from afar, though his face was blank. Tired, mostly, but no indication that he was in pain. Then, he spotted Dustin. More importantly, he spotted Steve, and that sent a myriad of emotions over Eddie’s face that Dustin couldn’t comprehend what he could be feeling. Eddie pouted, in the end, his bottom lip jutting out completely and uncharacteristically.

Dustin winced. He knew letting Steve in here was a bad idea. He knew Steve could be over-protective and even a little jealous, whether he meant all those rants from the past or not. Maybe Dustin should’ve reminded Steve that he and Eddie served very different purposes in his life, but that both of them are obliged to drive him places. One of them just needed to be more careful about it than the other.

And he loved them both equally. Even if they did start a hospital brawl that’s gonna end with the three of them getting banned from one of the few medical institutions in Hawkins for life.

Eddie’s mouth was agape when they reached him, only for Steve to calmly draw the curtains around them to a close.

“Harrington,” Eddie called out, but Steve pretended not to hear.

Dustin took his hat off intending to cover his own two eyes as Steve approached Eddie, his hands balled into his fists. His frown deepened and he swallowed as he stood before Eddie raising his unfurled hands over him.

“I can’t look.”

But Dustin did because it was difficult to look away when his first instinct was to separate them both with his entire body. Except Steve didn’t hit Eddie, nor did he give him a good talking to. Instead, he was pulling Eddie’s head close to his stomach, his thumb caressing Eddie’s jaw as his shoulders shook.

“Hey, you’re gonna undo my stitches.”

Dustin stood in shock. “You’re not friends,” was all he could manage to say.

Eddie put a finger to his lips and winked at Dustin, and he was all but convinced he dreamed the entire day. Eddie motioned for Steve to come closer, and he whispered something in his ear Dustin tried his damnedest to decipher, but he was still reeling from the fact Eddie and Steve were hugging. That they were more than acquaintances at all.

When they separated, Steve sniffled. He kept a hand on Eddie’s shoulder as he sat on one of the chairs strewn about their space.

“You guys aren’t friends,” Dustin repeated, this time in a whisper. He sat on the foot of Eddie’s bed and faced them both.

Steve crossed his arms in frustration and Eddie was trying to disguise a smile, but failing spectacularly at it.

“You’re friends?” Dustin said.

“Are you gonna stop gaping like a fish?” Steve asked.

“What the fuck, guys?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I was gonna call,” Eddie told Steve. “Promise.”

“Did it not occur to you that Dustin would be asking me for a ride back home?”

“It did but it wasn’t like I could tell him to keep this a secret as if it wasn’t painfully obvious that we got in a car accident.”

“I told you to change your wheels.”

“And I will now! I swear.”

“No, you are not driving for the next two months at least.”

There was that pout again, and Dustin was sure the gears in his head were finally working.

It wasn’t always that Dustin was the one out of the loop regarding anything. He could even argue that he had never been out of the loop ever his entire life. Especially when it involved his—granted, more unconventional—best friend. It just wasn’t possible for something to go over Dustin’s head where Steve was concerned, because Dustin was the smart one, and Steve was the strong one that got a lot of brain injuries.

So he couldn’t blame himself that it didn’t immediately dawn on him that he could be missing something more at that moment. Sue him for thinking that he and Steve never kept secrets from each other. Hell, when he met Suzie, the first thing Dustin ever did was write Steve a letter and he sent it the very same day.

“So this is why you’ve been so off your game.” Dustin was still whispering, but it was getting harsher and harsher with every word.

“No game if you’re not playing, dude,” Steve replied.

“We were gonna tell you, bud.” At least Eddie had the decency to look sheepish. “We just couldn’t find the right time.”

Steve held a hand up before Dustin could get another word in. “Whatever you need to say, it can wait until we’re in the car.”

Dustin scoffed.

“You will still be getting a ride with Steve, right, Dustin?” The unasked question was clear between the lines.

“I’m not—” He put a stop to his undignified squealing by slapping a hand over his mouth. “I’m not… against this,” he said, low, “I don’t care that you’re both dating guys. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“Each other? That’s so lame.”

“Again, ouch.” Steve finally smiled, one that reached his eyes. He stood and then pointed a cursory glance at Dustin then turned his attention back to Eddie. He placed careful hands on Eddie’s jaw, mindful of the stitches and the bruises, before laying a kiss on top of Eddie’s head.

Once again, Dustin couldn’t look away.

Even when Eddie inclined his head up to capture Steve’s lips. It was gross, like watching his two brothers kiss, and he should really stop thinking about that right now.

“Call me so I can pick you up, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

“Seriously, Eds. Call me or I’ll crash my own car.”

“Jesus Christ. Make sure he doesn’t do that,” Eddie told Dustin.

“Sure, I guess?”

They exit the hospital with no fanfare. Steve didn’t speak to him the entire walk to his car, and Dustin was too wrapped up in his head to form anything coherent, while mobile, while nursing a broken arm in an uncomfortable cast.

“So,” Steve said as they got in. “Got a lot to think about, Henderson?”

“I’m not an asshole, Steve.”

“I know.”

“But Eddie?”

“I thought you liked Eddie.”

“And I thought you didn’t like him, so when—how—”

“Questions later. I’m still not over the fact that you got in a car crash.”

“Fine,” Dustin said. “But if I’d known that you liked guys and had incredibly low standards…”

Steve laughed. “Are you gonna give the same speech to Eddie?”

“Totally, dude.”

“Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s fine, Steve. I’m sorry this was forced out of you. Stupid car crash.” Dustin watched as they drove towards the icy roads. Steve stayed below his usual speed. “I guess you’re gonna have to drive me and Eddie around to the arcade now.”

“Fat chance, Henderson. You and Eddie will be staying put till spring. Got that? Or I won’t help you out with Claudia.”

Dustin sighed and mentally said hello to an entire break spent at home. Dustin’s got a lot to think about, alright, but for now, he should really figure out what he was going to say to his mom.

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title: bathroom breaks for the broken-hearted ship: steve harrington/eddie munson tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation, getting together, drunkennes words: 2,517 summary: eddie finds steve drunk in a stranger's bathroom.

There were two exits. The front door behind him was closest, but it had already clicked shut before he could think of turning back. The second exit was a few feet away through a throng of partygoers that held their drinks close to their chests as Eddie came into view. The music didn’t suddenly stop the way he imagined it would, nor did the chatter falter, but the pairs of eyes following his every move still unsettled him enough to make him want to sink into himself. Not that he ever would, but maybe parking his van a block away hadn’t been the best idea he had all night. Then again, it was close to midnight, and he was running on very little sleep.

A steady hand squeezed his forearm and pulled him up the stairs firmly. The cuts and bruises from yesterday’s scuffle protested in pain under the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Eddie only bit down the string of expletives on the tip of his tongue and marched on.

“Jesus Christ,” came a voice from atop the stairs. It was a guy he vaguely remembered from school. “This is your backup plan?”

“Yes.” It was Nancy, he realized, that had a grip on him. He frantically looked around for Robin, a habit from the paranoia borne from having just saved the world—or, at the very least, their small town—and found her close behind him.

The guy from school shook his head and then motioned for them to follow him with a flick of his wrist.

“Sorry, Eddie,” Robin slurred. “It’s—Nancy and I—” She released a shaky breath reeking of alcohol and smoke. Eddie had never been one to judge, but both Nancy and Robin bit off more than they could chew coming to this party. Declining their invitation might have been a bad idea, but they got him to come regardless.

“I’ll get us home, okay? Just sit tight and don’t stray too far.”

Robin frowned but nodded.

They stopped in front of a door as the guy from school pulled out a key ring. He tried for the doorknob once, rolling his eyes when it wouldn’t budge, then slotted the correct key in and pushed the door open.

Eddie prepared for the worst.

It was a bathroom. Large. Dark. On the other end laid a bathtub, and the glow from the hallway washed over limbs splayed over the lip of the porcelain.

“All yours,” said the guy from school.

Eddie had to swallow a bitter laugh.

The door behind him closed as he took the first few steps in. He stood near the sink, counted a few seconds before feeling for the light switch behind him. The light flickered and hummed.

“I wasn’t supposed to drink,” Steve mumbled. “Figured they’d call you.”

“That’s not very kingly of you, Steve,” came the immediate reply. He pressed his lips shut almost as quickly as the words came out.

“That’s my shirt.”

The fabric of Steve’s sweatshirt seemed to burn him. He tugged at the sleeves and then rolled them up, but when the ugly splotches of black and blue revealed themselves, quite loudly in Eddie’s opinion, he pulled them back down. Steve hadn’t been looking at him anymore, thank God, although a pang of hurt still shot through his chest. “I didn’t have time to change.”

Steve scoffed, a nasty wet sound. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes.

“Steve, we have to get you home. You’re drunk.”

“No, shit.”

“C’mon, Steve—”

“You’re kidding me, right?” There was a sour smile on his lips that Eddie wanted to kiss away.

“The girls… they’re outside waiting—”

“I don’t think I can stand you right now, actually,” Steve said a bit too calmly. The smile hadn’t faded, hadn’t faltered even as Steve faced Eddie. “So if the girls are waiting, take them home and leave.”

“Steve…”

“Stop saying my name.”

Eddie didn't notice he was nodding, hanging on to Steve’s every word until he realized that he couldn’t stop. Yeses and okays played on loop in the back of his mind and the only reason he hadn’t spilled them all out yet was because he was biting hard on his bottom lip. It was a miracle he couldn’t yet taste blood.

The metal rings on the shower curtain slid noisily around its rod, shielding Steve from view, but Eddie could still make out the blurry silhouette from behind the curtain and could hear the soft shaky breaths and muffled sniffles. It was the soft sob, guttural but stifled, that brought pinpricks to Eddie’s eyes and a tightness to his throat, his tears threatening to spill.

He had no right to cry, especially in front of Steve.

Instead, he turned the light off. He had no plans of getting out without Steve, not that the girls would let him anyway. He was glued in place, still by the sink, beside the mirror he was so careful not to face. A part of him wanted to walk away, wanted to let Steve be, and just check in the morning to see if he was safe, home or otherwise. But there was no leaving, no walking away now at the sight of Steve broken and wrecked, at the sound of him spilling his heart out. Once was enough for Eddie, and that in itself almost unraveled him in ways he hadn’t expected to.

It was still a mystery to him how he could possibly be the one responsible for doing this to Steve; how he was able to elicit this kind of reaction out of the Hero of Hawkins himself, out of the King, out of Steve. A name he couldn’t say out loud anymore, because Steve told him not to. Eddie would sooner bite his tongue off than break that silent promise.

“I’m still here,” Eddie said instead, a reminder for Steve and himself. “I’m still here.”

Steve cleared his throat as if telling Eddie he heard, as if telling him he was listening, though that could just be Eddie’s nerves convincing him Steve wasn’t completely throwing him away just yet. Eddie decided to cling to his nerves.

“I’m…”

“You weren’t,” Steve said. “For a while, you weren’t here.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie whispered. “I’m sorry I ran away.” He closed his eyes as a pregnant pause lulled the conversation to what he thought was a complete stop, but then, Steve huffed.

“I just thought I meant something to you.”

“You do.” Eddie’s voice broke at the last word. A single teardrop fell and he immediately wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Not as much as I wanted to.” He cleared his throat again as he shifted around in the bathtub. “I can take rejection, you know? I’m not delicate.” Steve drew the curtain a little to take a peek. Eddie could see the shine in his eyes under whatever glow cast itself in the bathroom. “I knew from the beginning that I'm not the kind of guy you would usually go for. I’m not that much of an idiot to not see how different we are.”

“That never mattered to me.”

“I don’t care, Eddie. Just get on with it.”

“Get on with what?”

“Tell me you never liked me the way I like you. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you pitied me when you kissed me. God, anything. Tell me anything, just… end this, please. I can’t watch you walk away again and leave me hanging like this, Eddie. I can’t.”

“I didn’t kiss you because I pitied you.”

“Do you still think you’re some sort of experiment to me?”

“I know that I’m not.”

Steve laughed hysterically before sinking further down into the bathtub. “This is worse than the head injuries.”

“Hey, Ste—um, can I turn on the light?”

Steve made a non-committal sound.

The hum of the light was quieter this time around, as Steve’s words still rang in his ears. Eddie slowly made his way towards the bathtub and kneeled in front of Steve. He hadn’t been this close to him for two weeks, though it felt a lot longer. He had steered clear of Family Video for the most part, and when Steve had tried to visit his newly government-reinstated apartment, he climbed out of the back window and stayed in the nearby alleys for a good few hours. Hell, he even avoided Dustin, which he reckoned he should apologize for sooner rather than later. But that was a problem for another day.

“I have something to show you.” He fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. Any more of that and they’d be fraying at the seams. He wouldn’t want to ruin what could be the last of his mementos from Steve. “Is that okay?”

Steve was looking much worse than Eddie anticipated. His eyes were red-rimmed, dark circles and heavy bags circled them. His hair could use a brush or two, though Eddie suspected that was less of days’ worth of neglect and more of a result of the evening’s spiel. “What?”

Eddie rolled his sleeves up and winced at the sight of his gashes and bruises. There were bandages on a few of the deeper cuts. Nothing serious, but if Eddie wasn’t paying attention, he would scratch at the scab and reopen the wounds. “I got this yesterday.”

Steve jerked up and Eddie had to raise his hands, hovering them over Steve’s shoulders to reassure him.

“Who did that?”

“A bunch of nobodies tricked me into doing a deal with them. I didn’t… I knew fighting back would be useless, but they dragged me around before I could run away.”

Steve didn’t touch his bruises, but his hand was so close to Eddie’s skin that he could feel its warmth. It felt especially warm during a cold September night, and Eddie wouldn’t care less whether it was the alcohol or Eddie himself that caused that. He allowed himself, for a moment, to believe that it was him anyway. The red on Steve’s cheeks only made him smile.

“Are you guilt-tripping me?”

“What? No!” Eddie almost scrambled to say. He pulled his arm away, hiding it from Steve. “No, no, Steve, that’s not it at all.”

Steve chewed on his lip, lost in thought. “Somebody already took care of you.”

“What?”

“Are you already with someone else?”

“Steve.” Eddie clasped his mouth with both his hands and groaned. He looked up at the white ceiling, counting the specks of water damage as he willed for his heart to stop beating too fast and too hard. This was not going the way he thought it would. “Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you would kiss me when you—”

“No, I know.” Eddie shook his head, then rested his forehead on the cool porcelain of the bathtub, hiding his face from Steve. “I’m not. With anyone, if that wasn’t clear. I don’t think I can be with anyone. Especially not you. Can’t you see what’ll happen if you get too close to me?”

Steve kept his mouth shut.

“You get hurt. I’ll get you hurt, Steve. And I don’t want that. I don’t want that for you.”

“That isn’t up to you. That’s not your fault.”

“I don’t care if it is. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Eddie.” Steve leaned closer now, touching Eddie’s jaw, urging him to look up at him. “I can’t just unlove you because you think being with you will get me beat up in the street. You can’t make that decision for them and you can’t make any decisions for me. Not you. Not you too.”

“Steve, I’m not—”

“All my life, my parents, this town, they decided that they knew what was best for me. Be a Harrington, be King Steve, have good hair, do sports, keep up appearances and I’ll do great. And now you…”

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but his tongue was frozen in place.

“You can’t do that to me. You can’t be a part of them.”

“I’m not.” Eddie put a hand over Steve’s and grasped his fingers tightly. “I won’t.”

“So you either reject me. Tell me you don’t want what I want,” Steve said sternly, both hands now holding gently caressing Eddie’s cheeks. Steve’s face softened. There was a smile on his lips. “Or you could take me away.”

Eddie sighed around a sob.

“Please take me away, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t bother fighting the urge to kiss Steve. It wasn’t the most comfortable, nor the best position to be in for a kiss. Steve tasted like alcohol and greasy food and a night well spent partying and getting hammered, but Eddie couldn’t find it in him to care.

It was only when Steve’s body convulsed in a fit of cries, lips still locked with Eddie’s, that Eddie pulled away. He gently pulled Steve up from the bathtub, and Steve went with the motion. Steve tried his best to lift his weight but ended up leaning onto Eddie when he finally stood. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s torso, too tightly to only need the added support, and Eddie embraced him back.

They stood there, in some stranger’s bathroom, hugging and crying for a good few minutes. Eddie wanted to pepper in small kisses into Steve’s temples, his hair, his cheeks, and his jaw, but he didn’t feel like he earned it just yet. For now, he was content with the warmth and the proximity that Steve gave him, and he reckoned, for a little while, it should be more than enough.

Rounding Steve out with the girls was easier than he anticipated. Robin told the man—Joel, he had said his name was, and that he and Eddie had once had Chemistry together—that Steve would pick his car up first thing the next day. And with that, they were off. Steve walked close enough with Eddie that Eddie could easily steady him if he swayed too much, and the girls followed behind them.

In the end, they exit through the back door. The walk to Eddie’s van was met with a few grumbles about it being too far. Eddie could only agree.

He dropped the girls off first, and he didn’t drive away until they were safely in their homes.

The way to Steve’s was quiet. When Eddie spared a glance at the other boy, he found Steve fighting off sleep, which endeared Eddie to no end.

“I can’t unlove you too, you know?” he heard himself say.

“Hm?” Steve looked at him, eyes droopy, but it seemed to do the trick of waking him up, his posture now more alert.

“I don’t think I can unlove you even if you decided that I wasn’t worth it after all.”

Steve smiled. “But that’s not the decision I made.”

“No,” Eddie said quietly, “it isn’t.” And Eddie still couldn’t understand why.

“Stay with me?” Steve asked when Eddie pulled his van to a stop in front of his house.

Eddie nodded. “Always.”

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