[ he was, in fact, very passed out. when he's not distracting himself with shopping and steve, eddie on his own is a somewhat depressing animal. lamenting the life he'd wasted in hawkins, worrying if he'd ever get back - worrying about potentially landing in jail for the rest of his life if he did, and wondering if he'd ever figure out just what the hell his superpowers were. unless the mere fact he was alive was meant to be his power.
it's a dark and winding road and if he lets himself think, he walks it. and he's not always certain he'll find his way out of those thoughts.
so weed and beer have been used medicinally.
and unfortunately this makes him The Worst and Shittiest - what, boyfriend? friend with benefits? bro? to steve, because he's sleeping off a session of binge drinking when he gets the text.
when he finally rolled over, the message was enough to scare the piss (and booze) straight out of him. billy hargrove was an asshole, and from what steve had been telling him, one who didn't fully grasp the idea of boundaries. there's a mutter of shit and then a louder shout of FUCK as he grabs for whatever is closest to the bed and then he's up and grabbing his switchblade just in case as he books it to steve's room. there's no real announcement to his presence, a cursory knock before he's throwing the door open and skidding in on socked feet. he takes stock of the situation - no blood, there is actual pizza, pizza wasn't a codeword for violence that's good, and rests his hands on his hips. ]
Well! [ he is slightly out of breath, and stinks of weed and day-old drink. what a hero he is. ] Isn't this a fun little Hawkins Highschool Reunion.
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it's a dark and winding road and if he lets himself think, he walks it. and he's not always certain he'll find his way out of those thoughts.
so weed and beer have been used medicinally.
and unfortunately this makes him The Worst and Shittiest - what, boyfriend? friend with benefits? bro? to steve, because he's sleeping off a session of binge drinking when he gets the text.
when he finally rolled over, the message was enough to scare the piss (and booze) straight out of him. billy hargrove was an asshole, and from what steve had been telling him, one who didn't fully grasp the idea of boundaries. there's a mutter of shit and then a louder shout of FUCK as he grabs for whatever is closest to the bed and then he's up and grabbing his switchblade just in case as he books it to steve's room. there's no real announcement to his presence, a cursory knock before he's throwing the door open and skidding in on socked feet. he takes stock of the situation - no blood, there is actual pizza, pizza wasn't a codeword for violence that's good, and rests his hands on his hips. ]
Well! [ he is slightly out of breath, and stinks of weed and day-old drink. what a hero he is. ] Isn't this a fun little Hawkins Highschool Reunion.