[ Steve catches on to what’s about to happen a second too late to stop Billy’s fist from connecting with Eddie’s face. He can’t help the wince. He knows what that feels like, and, really, Eddie’s lucky Billy seems to just end it at one hit. ]
What the hell is wrong with you?
[ Steve shoves Billy out of the way, even though he wants to deck him in his stupid face. He could probably hold his own a little better now than he did back then, but it doesn’t mean he’s angling for a rematch.
Behind him, Eddie’s fumbling around and bleeding everywhere. It’s the only reason he steps away from Billy, already going to get toilet paper when Eddie asks for it. He comes back with the whole roll, some of it already wadded up for Eddie to use, and if Steve puts himself between Eddie and Billy then he’s not actively aware of it.
He’s too focused on Eddie’s handprint on the door. His stomach turns a bit, thinking about how Eddie must have looked after the bats got him, and he distracts himself by reaching for the doorknob. ]
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What the hell is wrong with you?
[ Steve shoves Billy out of the way, even though he wants to deck him in his stupid face. He could probably hold his own a little better now than he did back then, but it doesn’t mean he’s angling for a rematch.
Behind him, Eddie’s fumbling around and bleeding everywhere. It’s the only reason he steps away from Billy, already going to get toilet paper when Eddie asks for it. He comes back with the whole roll, some of it already wadded up for Eddie to use, and if Steve puts himself between Eddie and Billy then he’s not actively aware of it.
He’s too focused on Eddie’s handprint on the door. His stomach turns a bit, thinking about how Eddie must have looked after the bats got him, and he distracts himself by reaching for the doorknob. ]
Do you think we just … Turn it?