[ Would he be flattered? The thought is jarring enough that his thoughts stutter a little. It's still unique having his brain at all, knowing it's his. But he forces himself to grin wolfishly, a little mean. It's what Steve expects, isn't it?
He's having trouble telling if Steve looks different, but he's sure he fell on his ass. Billy had kept his distance after the night in the Byers, when Max told her to leave her friends alone, including Harrington for some fucking reason. Why a senior was friends with little kids never made any sense to him, but now that he has some context, a sliver of it from his perspective, he guesses it has something to do with fucking monsters. Not that they told him. ]
I dunno. You sure about that, man?
[ He keeps staring, eyes hard. ] I'm dead. [ It kind of sounds like a question. ]
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He's having trouble telling if Steve looks different, but he's sure he fell on his ass. Billy had kept his distance after the night in the Byers, when Max told her to leave her friends alone, including Harrington for some fucking reason. Why a senior was friends with little kids never made any sense to him, but now that he has some context, a sliver of it from his perspective, he guesses it has something to do with fucking monsters. Not that they told him. ]
I dunno. You sure about that, man?
[ He keeps staring, eyes hard. ] I'm dead. [ It kind of sounds like a question. ]