steve harrington who develops this random habit of walking around checking if his sleeping friends are still breathing after vecna's death; it just helps him sleep better, really. reassures him.
robin, curled into a ball on the couch at the radio station, yeah, he should check, just to see if she hasn't suffocated herself in that weird position she sleeps in. still breathing, she's fine.
mike and will, oh look, they're holding hands under the blanket, which is none of his business, but that's kind of cute, still breathing. he double checks will and max, just to be sure.
eddie- god, he sleeps like roadkill, face half buried in his makeshift pillow. he's fine, still breathing, hair all over the place.
dustin's curls meshed into the sleeping bag. good, still breathing- drooling, too. but he's fine. fingers almost touching el's, smooth bastard. she's good, too.
lucas, nance, jonathan. all breathing. all fine.
now steve can peacefully go back to sleep.
