[The movement of Steve's tongue catches his eye, gaze downward and holding against the curve of Steve's mouth. There's no point in hiding it, really. The silence after the fact is heavy, he realises. It feels charged, feels disappointing too. He lifts his gaze up again, looking into the brown of Steve's eyes like he's looking for a but - and there isn't one.
He nods, wets his own lips and steps back. Feels air rushing back into his lungs. ] You and Munson. [The jealousy doesn't go away. It feels ugly and painful as it twists in chest, but it isn't suffocating. It's bearable. He can endure it for however long it takes to get over Steve Harrington.
He puts out the joint with his thumb and forefinger, pocketing the remains of it again. The sofa beckons, and it's easy to sit, to spread again, to reach for his beer and a slice like he hasn't just bared some secret part of himself and had it turned back on him. ] Sit down, man. It's fine.
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He nods, wets his own lips and steps back. Feels air rushing back into his lungs. ] You and Munson. [The jealousy doesn't go away. It feels ugly and painful as it twists in chest, but it isn't suffocating. It's bearable. He can endure it for however long it takes to get over Steve Harrington.
He puts out the joint with his thumb and forefinger, pocketing the remains of it again. The sofa beckons, and it's easy to sit, to spread again, to reach for his beer and a slice like he hasn't just bared some secret part of himself and had it turned back on him. ] Sit down, man. It's fine.