( eddie’s been listening for a while, leaning against the wall in the bedroom by the doorway. he’s brushed his teeth with jim’s toothbrush, taken that leak and layered enough of jim’s shirts to make up for that there was no hope of making any of his pants work on top of the underwear he’s finally wearing to keep his junk warm.
he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )
cw: ref to additudes toward homosexuality in the 80s
he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )