Right before Eddie slides into Steve he mutters to himself, “Speak ‘friend’ and enter.”
“Eds, baby, what?”
“/Mellon/.”
“I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU’RE QUOTING LORD OF THE RINGS RIGHT NOW - oh fuuuuuck.”
“And this,” Robin says into the camera, panning it around to display the view of the old trailer, “Is the Munson home, notoriously owned by Eddie Munson, satanic cultist and ritualistic murderer. And now…ghost.”
Steve scoffs behind her. “Literally every word of that is rumor.”
im honestly always thinking about how eddie gave another man his fucking battle jacket. to wear over his shirtless torso. and he just. let him keep it. chaos in the streets, queer punks and metalheads needing their fainting couches, etc