[ Eddie Munson collects strays. He's not sure when that became something he did - maybe before he moved in with Uncle Wayne, maybe after. Only that one day he'd blinked and he was no longer the only freak in Hawkins, he had a whole merry band of outcasts and suddenly he had a purpose to temper the old Munson anger.
He'd deserve the hit if it came, and he knows it. They barely knew each other in Hawkins, and they barely know each other here. Little connects them saved for shared secrets they buried deep beneath their feet to be spared the fury of small town small mindedness, a love for a boy with a sweet smile, and a grim fate that they weren't quick enough to alter.
So he just holds him. Rubbing his back and murmuring softly every now and again, little reassurances he remembers his uncle giving way back when all this was new to him too. And he'll keep holding until he's pushed back, miming zipped lips before any threat can even be uttered. ]
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He'd deserve the hit if it came, and he knows it. They barely knew each other in Hawkins, and they barely know each other here. Little connects them saved for shared secrets they buried deep beneath their feet to be spared the fury of small town small mindedness, a love for a boy with a sweet smile, and a grim fate that they weren't quick enough to alter.
So he just holds him. Rubbing his back and murmuring softly every now and again, little reassurances he remembers his uncle giving way back when all this was new to him too. And he'll keep holding until he's pushed back, miming zipped lips before any threat can even be uttered. ]