/ hi all. struggling a bit with my mental health so im not really having energy to do much. hopefully i will be feeling better soon. but replies are going to be very very slow and activity will be sporadic.
of course. there / is / no emergency. other than the impending destruction of hawkins and the rest of the world. but he's going to need a better explanation than that he feels much better about her safety when she is close by.
' um. i thought I saw something weird. ..outside. '
╱ he vaguely wonders why the guy is still here. why he hasn't left him to the ruin of the night.
even still, he strives to preserve the image of his former self. the cold bottle on the back of his neck centers him.
' mmmm. no one told me what was in that punch . . '
the end of this night stings. because he has watched everyone around perform the life that once pretended to live. the shell of his former self has cracked throughout the night. he cannot pretend to be steve harrington any longer. he has seen too much. his heart aches in ╱
╱ ways that were unimaginable to him only a few years ago. to make matters worse, the room is spinning. he's had too much to drink, and still, he feels an imposter inside his own body. he barely makes out jules' face through eyelashes sticking together through perspiration.