Yeah. ( the world's most lackluster answer to a conversation that is this heavy. but what the hell is he supposed to say? there's no good answer. there's no right words for this situation. and if there is, Steve Harrington was never gonna be the guy to know them. instead his eyes linger on his arm, even as Nancy secures the bandage again. covering it up isn't quite as good as forgetting it happened entirely, but not having to look at it makes him feel immediately better, if nothing else.
Steve hasn't moved, much. even with Nancy shifting between his legs, fingers curling around his hand. trying to avoid looking her in the eye was the idea, but sitting exactly at her eye level makes it hard. especially when she seems determined to put her sleep rumpled curls directly in front of him. he doesn't respond much, at first, to Nancy's not-at-all spur of the moment proclamation. it takes awhile. not even a stubbed toe. not even a papercut! got it? the corner of his mouth wearily quirks upward, his attention finally shifting from somewhere past her shoulder back to Nancy's serious-but-trying-to-cheer-him-up-anyway expression. )
What about brainfreeze, from the fancy ice cream they've got here. ( he's just testing his boundaries, okay? that's all. he's not ready to give up ice cream! honestly, he's not entirely sure he's willing to promise he won't get hurt again. because if there's a situation where he can get in front of something trying to hurt someone, he's gonna do it. sorry, Nancy, that's just how it is. it's gonna happen. it is who Steve Harrington is, as a person. you couldn't convince him to get out of dodge in junior year, he's a lost cause now. )
I'll be careful, Nance. ( that's a promise he can make, without being a complete liar. and he will, he will be careful. does that really translate in not getting hurt? no. but careful is about all he can promise, in a place determined to fuck them up every month. )
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Steve hasn't moved, much. even with Nancy shifting between his legs, fingers curling around his hand. trying to avoid looking her in the eye was the idea, but sitting exactly at her eye level makes it hard. especially when she seems determined to put her sleep rumpled curls directly in front of him. he doesn't respond much, at first, to Nancy's not-at-all spur of the moment proclamation. it takes awhile. not even a stubbed toe. not even a papercut! got it? the corner of his mouth wearily quirks upward, his attention finally shifting from somewhere past her shoulder back to Nancy's serious-but-trying-to-cheer-him-up-anyway expression. )
What about brainfreeze, from the fancy ice cream they've got here. ( he's just testing his boundaries, okay? that's all. he's not ready to give up ice cream! honestly, he's not entirely sure he's willing to promise he won't get hurt again. because if there's a situation where he can get in front of something trying to hurt someone, he's gonna do it. sorry, Nancy, that's just how it is. it's gonna happen. it is who Steve Harrington is, as a person. you couldn't convince him to get out of dodge in junior year, he's a lost cause now. )
I'll be careful, Nance. ( that's a promise he can make, without being a complete liar. and he will, he will be careful. does that really translate in not getting hurt? no. but careful is about all he can promise, in a place determined to fuck them up every month. )