[He takes a longer draw, eyes narrowing as he thinks. Overthinks. Munson hated jocks. Billy remembers this clearly; remembers being ribbed about being on the team instead of doing something better like drumming.
He hums softly, turning to blow smoke out of the window.] You two do a little shirt exchange? Braid eachothers hair?
[He means it to be a tease, really. But he’s jealous, and stupid, and Steve Harrington suits the shirt. Suits the way it clings on his arms, the way it lines the shape of his chest.
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He hums softly, turning to blow smoke out of the window.] You two do a little shirt exchange? Braid eachothers hair?
[He means it to be a tease, really. But he’s jealous, and stupid, and Steve Harrington suits the shirt. Suits the way it clings on his arms, the way it lines the shape of his chest.
He can’t say that though, can he?]