@munsontm ; ‘ you look awful. ’ ( x )
SOMETHING IN HIM IS PERHAPS TEN MINUTES AWAY FROM SNAPPING . Tommy had wagered ( hoped , more like it ) that sooner or later his head would simply get used to whatever shit this is and stop making a big deal out of it , but between toddlers running rampant and some deadly thing allegedly living in a parallel world underneath Hawkins - cut him some slack , he’s trying really hard to entertain the whole idea without bursting out into manic giggles every twenty seconds or so - he has found that it’s close to impossible to accept anything as normal anymore . it’s a small wonder that he had practically jumped at the chance to go for a supply run for the outcast idiot hiding in a dock house somewhere around Lover’s Lake . ironic , really , for a guy with very little support , let alone lovers left . the Alfa offers a familiar , comforting purr to his ears and even entering the store helps to pretend that not everything may be fucked up entirely . frankly , he’s the perfect candidate for this job . aside from Steve , he’s the only one with a car and the least one willing to get involved . Tommy Hagan , for all intents and purposes , is the polar opposite of Eddie Munson and thus neither had ever properly associated with the other . the brawler and the freak is not a pair that anybody - least of all any member of Carver’s merry little gang of imbeciles - would expect and Tommy , with a bag of groceries and a six pack on the passenger seat isn’t surprised to find nobody following him outside the inner – city perimeter .
the car comes to a rumbling halt on the gravel outside and he swears he can spot a nest of brown hair disappear from one of the windows while getting out . good to know that even imminent danger to his life won’t keep Munson from being a nosy little shitweasel . Tommy rolls his eyes , sticks a cigarette between his lips , and grabs the supplies - and the beer . he casually kicks whatever little knocking – code they had come up with against the door with the tip of his boot and is soon greeted with a screeching door , Eddie’s deer – in – headlights face , and an unexpected you look awful . it’s enough to make him pause , most likely looking hilarious with groceries in both hands , a cigarette dangling from his lips , and arched brows . granted , he hadn’t slept much lately . his diet , too , had largely consisted of cigarettes , and with the usual products out of reach , the usually slicked – back hair is partially falling into his face , but he’d still expect just a touch of gratitude for hauling his ass all the way out here .
“ pot . kettle . ” mumbled around the cigarette still in his mouth while he simply pushes his way past Eddie , offering a charming little “ asshole . ” in passing . the place stinks like murky water , rotting wood , and paint and he wouldn’t be surprised if the concoction had already gone to Eddie’s head , making him even weirder than before . “ y’know , ” he starts , casually dropping the supplies on a wonky – ass looking table and looks almost impressed when the thing doesn’t spontaneously collapse . “ a thank you might be a good response at this point . ”
