[ eddie isn't sure what he expects when he walks into steve's room. the rest of the house is enormous and filled with things that are clearly there to show off how much money his parents have. steve's bedroom is...
well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
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well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?