[The entire thing is excruciating to witness. He gags a little on his coffee, eyes flitting wildly between them like a caged animal, wondering if this is karma at work.
He should have been nicer to Max. He really should have.
Melons, more nerd shit - he’s going to tear his own hair out when they stop flirting for half a second for Billy to snap:] Max. [- and shovel the rest of his eggs in.]
[ ... Yeah, this is perhaps not the time to broach that subject. He glanced at Billy and his souring mood. ]
I dunno about you, but once they cut my card off I've got nothing to pay rent with. [ he does plan on selling. But that's a lot harder to do with fucking superheroes everywhere. ]
[What he should say is: yeah that really sucks for you guys huh, because he’s getting grumpy. Not malicious, or vengeful, but a little sour and stung by how easy it is for them to fall into each other.
He should say something clawing and mean, but what he says, because he is a masochist, is:] I have another room, [and then worse, he adds, resigned:] If one of you gets a fucking job. [He is looking pointedly at you Steve.] I already got two. I work late. You’ve got free reign so long as you keep my shit clean - [this time Eddie gets a look,] and you don’t fuck on my couch.
[ The offended look he gets at the insinuation he wouldn't get a job is at war with his indignation at being told what to do and a visceral dislike of the idea of moving in with Billy Hargrove. Steve's not there yet.
He holds out his hand on the table and considers the urgency of their situation, that Eddie is depending on him for somewhere safe to live, and he feels the conviction manifest as a hiss starts above his palm. The air smells like ozone and he holds eye-contact with Billy across the table. ]
Money.
[ A neatly (professionally, even) bound pile of bills appears in Steve's hand. A grand. He gives into the urge to smirk, tossing it sideways at Eddie (that's a bad idea but he'll take it back later, shh). ]
We're not moving in with you, we don't need to live on top of each other.
[ There is way too much sex and way too much consequential noise for Steve not to be blushing furiously at the idea of sharing a place with Billy. That shit stays private, he doesn't want earwiggers. ]
[He tries not to let that sting either, but it’s not unexpected. He shrugs like, I tried and pushes his empty plate away. ]
Sure, whatever. [He’s very proud of his tone being as fine as it is. He nods to Eddie:] You need a place to smoke the rooms free.
[To Steve he - he glances once, then looks down and wets his lips. Nows his chance, he supposes. Clean break until shows up with his phone. ]
- I’m gonna dip. You two sort your little love pad, I’ll get the cheque on my way out. Munson, don’t forget my phone.
[He’s sliding out, already has his wallet in his hand, already had his pack of smokes in the other. He gives them a nod, then disappears - pays Donna, tips well and outside, he exhales loudly and lights one up. Thinks at least the rooms free if Max ever shows up; thinks at least no one can say Billy Hargrove didn’t try at least a little here. ]
[ ... Whatever's going on with Billy, Steve will find out later: he gets the sense he won't be turned away. Once Billy is gone, Steve swivels his attention back on Eddie. ]
I want to share a bedroom with you. [ Excuse you, Eddie, are you having feelings over there? Sad feelings? Doubts even? ] Don't you want to share with me?
[ oh you have the emotional awareness of a kumquat. he gives a nod to billy and then, when they're alone, eddie reaches over and smooths his fingers through steve's hair. ]
I do, if you can put up with the smoking and the fact that I'm not chucking my leg bones out, but that was maybe not the conversation to have in front of the other lonely dead guy who is clearly still very into you?
[ That was. Really nowhere in the ballpark of what Steve was thinking about. The hand in his hair has him grumbling a "well, shit" and laying his head on Eddie's shoulder. ]
[ Grinning widely when he hears that, he hooks a finger in Eddie's shirt collar and drags him in for a fond kiss, uncaring about the public spectacle. Back home would give him pause because, well, it's Hawkins, but here he just wants to kiss Eddie and lean him further into their booth so he does.
Steve murmurs through a delighted smile, soft lips brushing Eddie's suggestively. ]
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So moving on with this plan, I think codewords are the best idea. For sure.
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Mellon. It's elvish for friend, and something neither of you two muscle heads would ever say in a million years if we weren't getting cozy.
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[ The fuck, he doesn't have any idea how fruit is fantastical but okay. Shaking his head, Steve shrugs. ]
Mine'll be Aragorn. No Harrington would know that name.
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Can't believe I'm into you. But fine, sure. Hargrove, I haven had as much time to corrupt you so no pressure, but what's your secret passcode?
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He should have been nicer to Max. He really should have.
Melons, more nerd shit - he’s going to tear his own hair out when they stop flirting for half a second for Billy to snap:] Max. [- and shovel the rest of his eggs in.]
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[ He sighs. Deeply. They sound so dumb. ]
I also think we should all live closer to each other, get out of the hotel. We shouldn't be spread out in case of an attack.
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I dunno about you, but once they cut my card off I've got nothing to pay rent with. [ he does plan on selling. But that's a lot harder to do with fucking superheroes everywhere. ]
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He should say something clawing and mean, but what he says, because he is a masochist, is:] I have another room, [and then worse, he adds, resigned:] If one of you gets a fucking job. [He is looking pointedly at you Steve.] I already got two. I work late. You’ve got free reign so long as you keep my shit clean - [this time Eddie gets a look,] and you don’t fuck on my couch.
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He holds out his hand on the table and considers the urgency of their situation, that Eddie is depending on him for somewhere safe to live, and he feels the conviction manifest as a hiss starts above his palm. The air smells like ozone and he holds eye-contact with Billy across the table. ]
Money.
[ A neatly (professionally, even) bound pile of bills appears in Steve's hand. A grand. He gives into the urge to smirk, tossing it sideways at Eddie (that's a bad idea but he'll take it back later, shh). ]
I think I've got us covered.
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And then checking to make sure there's not an exploding dye pack mixed in. ]
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- Fine.
[And because he is, in fact a masochist, he points his empty fork at them:] I’m dead serious about the couch. You two hear me?
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[ There is way too much sex and way too much consequential noise for Steve not to be blushing furiously at the idea of sharing a place with Billy. That shit stays private, he doesn't want earwiggers. ]
Eddie and I will find somewhere close.
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[ he doesn't do a whole lot of sleeping. and steve hates the smell of the one thing that seems to settle his absolutely shattered nerves. so.
satisfied the money isn't going to put them in prison, he drops it down onto the table. ]
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Sure, whatever. [He’s very proud of his tone being as fine as it is. He nods to Eddie:] You need a place to smoke the rooms free.
[To Steve he - he glances once, then looks down and wets his lips. Nows his chance, he supposes. Clean break until shows up with his phone. ]
- I’m gonna dip. You two sort your little love pad, I’ll get the cheque on my way out. Munson, don’t forget my phone.
[He’s sliding out, already has his wallet in his hand, already had his pack of smokes in the other. He gives them a nod, then disappears - pays Donna, tips well and outside, he exhales loudly and lights one up. Thinks at least the rooms free if Max ever shows up; thinks at least no one can say Billy Hargrove didn’t try at least a little here. ]
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I want to share a bedroom with you. [ Excuse you, Eddie, are you having feelings over there? Sad feelings? Doubts even? ] Don't you want to share with me?
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I do, if you can put up with the smoking and the fact that I'm not chucking my leg bones out, but that was maybe not the conversation to have in front of the other lonely dead guy who is clearly still very into you?
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[ That was. Really nowhere in the ballpark of what Steve was thinking about. The hand in his hair has him grumbling a "well, shit" and laying his head on Eddie's shoulder. ]
I was thinking about us.
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Yeah, I got that. And I also got that you're all in on me which is good, [ leaning in a little ] since I am all in on you, pretty boy.
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Steve murmurs through a delighted smile, soft lips brushing Eddie's suggestively. ]
Let's go back to the hotel.
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[ ... snatching that money up before they forget. steve's one-track mind might bankrupt them a lil .]