[He's already lit up a cigarette - nicotine, this time - distracted by the lighter while Eddie strays behind. He looks up with a puff of smoke, sees Steve's hand draw back quick as a flash, and rolls his eyes. He fights the urge to speak, figures two to one on the verbal exchange will be less funny than just winding Steve's tightly wound strings. Except that means ten minutes of this painfully virgin-esque display in front of him.
Decisions, decisions.
He shifts between them, slings an arm over each of their shoulders, and grins through the cigarette in his mouth. He may also be a little lit. Excuses, etc. ] Jesus that art of conversation is lost on you two. Loosen up.
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Decisions, decisions.
He shifts between them, slings an arm over each of their shoulders, and grins through the cigarette in his mouth. He may also be a little lit. Excuses, etc. ] Jesus that art of conversation is lost on you two. Loosen up.