Usually only if you've pushed yourself way beyond your limits. Which it sounds like today you might've. [ eddie sits beside him, stroking his fingers through his hair. also checking temperature, making sure this isn't about to be the worst day of his life part 2 electric boogaloo. he glances to billy, gesturing at the fridge tucked in the corner. ] There're some bottles in the mini.
[he murmurs a quiet got it and gets to work looking. grabs two bottles, then something that looks vaguely towel like and runs it under the bathroom faucet. when he returns, he's got a bottle tucked under his arm, and the other dangling precariously through two fingers while he folds the towel-liked-thing into something flat and easy to place on Steve's head.
the bottles he places next to Eddie, then he crouches down, lifts the cloth to Steve's face and gently dabs his nose, rolling his eyes. ] Why am I the only one in this room not having some kinda crisis? You realise how this looks?
[ Laid on his back, Steve blinks up at Billy tenderly dabbing his brow and, wow, nose too, so thorough. Oh wait, yeah, blood. Huh. He folds his hands on his middle because it feels polite to do so and it's an active fight not to smile which he half-loses, lips twitching as he glances between them like a spectator at a basketball match.
He definitely overdid it today but that's not important, he's thinking of the window. Eddie having a panic attack ...
Steve's smile fades into a thoughtful frown. ]
Why did the bats come here? Here as in this room, specifically?
[ tonight's really a night for billy to explore his soft side. satisfied that steve isn't in immediate danger, he backs off a little to let the man take over being tender. ]
No idea. I just... woke up to a big old pile of bats trying to crawl on in here. [ after a very Ungood day, but that doesn't feel like something he needs to say. ]
[he glances at Eddie, then back to his very important work. the blood has mostly stopped; just a few more dabs then he's retreating, shifting to sit down against the side unit, legs stretched out on the floor. which is blessedly bone free. he tilts his head up at them, watches. ]
He holds in a sneeze until Billy is on the floor, at least. Steve has so many manners. His shirt is all bloody now though, gross, don't mind him sitting up to peel it off. ]
God damn it. [ Eddie gets a curious look as Steve balls up his shirt, waving to Billy to toss one over off the floor. ] Were you thinking about anything to do with bats when they attacked?
[ he tries to think back, scratching at his (poorly tamed) bedhead. his eyes are going right to steve as he strips, trying to keep the hunger from his eyes. ]
No. I mean... I guess, tangentially? [ a beat. he drums his hands against his legs. ] ... I was thinking about Hawkins. And... how much of a dick I was being yesterday to the both of you? But no bats.
one shirt is tossed Steve's way - is he looking? absolutely. one brief glaze over, he wets his lips and then leans an elbow on the bed, lifting an eyebrow. ]
Eddie, [he says, completely casually. ] You know I was getting blown yesterday while you were being a dick? It's cool.
Billy, sometimes less detail is more. Also, no, not this one. [ Steve snaps his fingers to a tshirt poking out of the pile nearby. ] Grab me that Black Sabbath one by the sock.
[ It's no one's business if Steve has been getting to know metal bands a little better after Billy informed him that he and Eddie were used to being used for sex. Steve needed to broaden his horizons musically anyway and they just so happen to align with Eddie's tastes.
So. The Ozzy tee, please and thank.
He ruffles his hair and looks Eddie over, noting the bedhead and tired eyes. All the looseness to those limbs is gone. Eddie's knee gets a reassuring pat. ]
So you felt bad and immediately a swarm of not-quite demobats came to find you. Are you sure they didn't sense you calling? Like how my weapons can sense me and jump into my hand.
Getting your dick sucked doesn't make me any less of a dick, Hargrove.
[ ... that's getting a look. a very you just remembered the name of one of my favorite bands if hargrove wasn't here i would be all over you look, mixed with a little bit of confusion. the way eddie does when anyone shows any actual interest in anything he likes.
but it's replaced with wide-eyed confusion. because the thought has absolutely not occurred to him. he glances to the window, to steve, back to the window - back to steve. ]
... wait. Wait, [ BACK TO THE WINDOW ] is my superpower summoning bats?
[ ............................... ]
... I did hear a lot of voices, but I kinda thought that was just the drugs.
I figured you’d both want to know how swell I’m doing, [this is absolutely a sarcastic mutter while he reaches for the shirt. this one is thrown less gently, aimed for Steve’s head.
now is probably a good time to go, he thinks. but: he’s going to be annoying. he did come all the way here. :)]
Hearing voices - [is also muttered, and he is just. face in hand, bewildered.]
[ Hauling on his new shirt, he lays back on bent arms and shares a look with Billy that says I can't believe this guy. ]
You heard voices and then a hundred bats wanted to chat with you, then they bit Billy because he wouldn't let them near you. Sounds like some kind of power to me.
[ He's going to ask about those drugs later, don't worry. ]
It wasn't - [ Swatting Steve with the discarded shirt, then tossing it at Billy. ] that simple, jackasses.
I just kept thinking it was gonna be some Vecna shit and if I listened too hard, I'd end up being a meat pretzel. Plus, have you ever heard what a hundred bats sound like in a tiny space? Wasn't sure if I was hearing anything except my own terror, and Hargrove wasn't reacting.
[ Steve gives them both a long, patient look. Eddie gets a softer one on the tailend. ]
That sounds like it was hella scary, m'sorry I wasn't answering my phone. Had it on silent ... which I will never do again. Listen, you could always try talking to some pigeons in town tomorrow or something, out where it's the middle of the day. See if they react too or whether it is just a bat-thing.
Worst case scenario? You gain a bird army and we all have to duck inside a coffee shop to escape the literally shitty fallout.
Why? You want to hear all the shit they were talking about you, Hargrove?
[ stop stealing his CLOTHES the both of you. at least give him some to wear back. but he reaches out and lays a hand over steve's, giving a little shake. ]
Well, since you've apparently mastered your abilities I guess I should give it a shot. I don't wanna be the weak link in this little party of three... even if my power is some gothic disney princess shit.
Oh no, I heard those little bastards loud and clear.
[he can’t stop watching, he finds. feels that familiar pang of jealousy at the touch of their hands and swallows it.
he wonders, a little blithely, if either of them have realised Billy still hasn’t said what his power is. finds himself relieved, because it scares the shit out of him.]
[ leaning against steve, a little relieved to see this much hasn't changed. they still need to talk - but not when billy's here, being forced to play witness to all of this.
he might not be the kind of guy who wants to settle down. but he's the kind of guy who pined after steve harrington. ]
[ definitely a lie, but eddie has read enough superhero comics to know better than to pry. ]
I could go for pizza. [ he gestures towards the guitar. ] Aaaaaand I think I owe you both a concert that doesn't have a total mental breakdown midway through. Since you came running to my rescue.
As much as I would love to third wheel and cockblock you two - [he’s grateful. but he’s also feeling jealous, and if he gets too comfortable he might cross a line. so up he gets - shirt in hand - and his phone he grabs.] But I don’t trust my bike with anyone in this town.
[he knocks an elbow against Eddie, glances at Steve. ] Don’t be stupid. Call me of some other shit comes up.
But you helped out Eddie and then ran over to get me, right? Aren't you hungry after all of that? Dude, my treat.
[ He's not entirely sure he wants to be alone with Eddie just yet, it was a little humiliating last time even if Steve was unknowingly asking for it by being an oblivious dickhead. Currently he has minus-levels of game: he was hard, almost naked, and got turned down in a literal bed. ]
What's cockblocky about eating? Literally nothing!
[ that's a little obvious, steve-o. but eddie doesn't show he's at all affected, sliding away and gesturing to the new space with a flourish of his hands. ]
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the bottles he places next to Eddie, then he crouches down, lifts the cloth to Steve's face and gently dabs his nose, rolling his eyes. ] Why am I the only one in this room not having some kinda crisis? You realise how this looks?
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[ Laid on his back, Steve blinks up at Billy tenderly dabbing his brow and, wow, nose too, so thorough. Oh wait, yeah, blood. Huh. He folds his hands on his middle because it feels polite to do so and it's an active fight not to smile which he half-loses, lips twitching as he glances between them like a spectator at a basketball match.
He definitely overdid it today but that's not important, he's thinking of the window. Eddie having a panic attack ...
Steve's smile fades into a thoughtful frown. ]
Why did the bats come here? Here as in this room, specifically?
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No idea. I just... woke up to a big old pile of bats trying to crawl on in here. [ after a very Ungood day, but that doesn't feel like something he needs to say. ]
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He holds in a sneeze until Billy is on the floor, at least. Steve has so many manners. His shirt is all bloody now though, gross, don't mind him sitting up to peel it off. ]
God damn it. [ Eddie gets a curious look as Steve balls up his shirt, waving to Billy to toss one over off the floor. ] Were you thinking about anything to do with bats when they attacked?
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[ he tries to think back, scratching at his (poorly tamed) bedhead. his eyes are going right to steve as he strips, trying to keep the hunger from his eyes. ]
No. I mean... I guess, tangentially? [ a beat. he drums his hands against his legs. ] ... I was thinking about Hawkins. And... how much of a dick I was being yesterday to the both of you? But no bats.
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one shirt is tossed Steve's way - is he looking? absolutely. one brief glaze over, he wets his lips and then leans an elbow on the bed, lifting an eyebrow. ]
Eddie, [he says, completely casually. ] You know I was getting blown yesterday while you were being a dick? It's cool.
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[ It's no one's business if Steve has been getting to know metal bands a little better after Billy informed him that he and Eddie were used to being used for sex. Steve needed to broaden his horizons musically anyway and they just so happen to align with Eddie's tastes.
So. The Ozzy tee, please and thank.
He ruffles his hair and looks Eddie over, noting the bedhead and tired eyes. All the looseness to those limbs is gone. Eddie's knee gets a reassuring pat. ]
So you felt bad and immediately a swarm of not-quite demobats came to find you. Are you sure they didn't sense you calling? Like how my weapons can sense me and jump into my hand.
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[ ... that's getting a look. a very you just remembered the name of one of my favorite bands if hargrove wasn't here i would be all over you look, mixed with a little bit of confusion. the way eddie does when anyone shows any actual interest in anything he likes.
but it's replaced with wide-eyed confusion. because the thought has absolutely not occurred to him. he glances to the window, to steve, back to the window - back to steve. ]
... wait. Wait, [ BACK TO THE WINDOW ] is my superpower summoning bats?
[ ............................... ]
... I did hear a lot of voices, but I kinda thought that was just the drugs.
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I figured you’d both want to know how swell I’m doing, [this is absolutely a sarcastic mutter while he reaches for the shirt. this one is thrown less gently, aimed for Steve’s head.
now is probably a good time to go, he thinks. but: he’s going to be annoying. he did come all the way here. :)]
Hearing voices - [is also muttered, and he is just. face in hand, bewildered.]
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[ Hauling on his new shirt, he lays back on bent arms and shares a look with Billy that says I can't believe this guy. ]
You heard voices and then a hundred bats wanted to chat with you, then they bit Billy because he wouldn't let them near you. Sounds like some kind of power to me.
[ He's going to ask about those drugs later, don't worry. ]
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I just kept thinking it was gonna be some Vecna shit and if I listened too hard, I'd end up being a meat pretzel. Plus, have you ever heard what a hundred bats sound like in a tiny space? Wasn't sure if I was hearing anything except my own terror, and Hargrove wasn't reacting.
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[thank you for the shirt, yes, he will also steal this one. ]
This fucking guy - he texts me gibberish then a picture of bats, then doesn’t bother with the voices.
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[ Steve gives them both a long, patient look. Eddie gets a softer one on the tailend. ]
That sounds like it was hella scary, m'sorry I wasn't answering my phone. Had it on silent ... which I will never do again. Listen, you could always try talking to some pigeons in town tomorrow or something, out where it's the middle of the day. See if they react too or whether it is just a bat-thing.
Worst case scenario? You gain a bird army and we all have to duck inside a coffee shop to escape the literally shitty fallout.
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[ stop stealing his CLOTHES the both of you. at least give him some to wear back. but he reaches out and lays a hand over steve's, giving a little shake. ]
Well, since you've apparently mastered your abilities I guess I should give it a shot. I don't wanna be the weak link in this little party of three... even if my power is some gothic disney princess shit.
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[he can’t stop watching, he finds. feels that familiar pang of jealousy at the touch of their hands and swallows it.
he wonders, a little blithely, if either of them have realised Billy still hasn’t said what his power is. finds himself relieved, because it scares the shit out of him.]
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Tomorrow, then. You can give it a shot.
[ Steve searches Billy for any contribution, arching a brow when none is forthcoming. ]
How about you, Hargrove? You had any superpowers awaken in the middle of the night?
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he might not be the kind of guy who wants to settle down. but he's the kind of guy who pined after steve harrington. ]
Hey, yeah. What's your mutant power, B?
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[he’s lying, badly. shifting uncomfortably on the floor. he forces a smirk.] I did think it was the pure sexual magnetism, but I already had that.
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[ Billy is 100% lying but he also looks like he has a bat in his shorts, so in the spirit of being fair and not forcing secrets free, Steve relents. ]
If everyone's feeling safe and sound, I'm going to order pizza.
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I could go for pizza. [ he gestures towards the guitar. ] Aaaaaand I think I owe you both a concert that doesn't have a total mental breakdown midway through. Since you came running to my rescue.
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[he knocks an elbow against Eddie, glances at Steve. ] Don’t be stupid. Call me of some other shit comes up.
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But you helped out Eddie and then ran over to get me, right? Aren't you hungry after all of that? Dude, my treat.
[ He's not entirely sure he wants to be alone with Eddie just yet, it was a little humiliating last time even if Steve was unknowingly asking for it by being an oblivious dickhead. Currently he has minus-levels of game: he was hard, almost naked, and got turned down in a literal bed. ]
What's cockblocky about eating? Literally nothing!
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