@spikebat said: you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually, right ?
Somehow Harrington’s— Steve’s— voice is loud enough to cut over the buzz of the room. It is impressive, really, that he resists the urge to speak in any shrill, the-music-is-too-loud kind of way or wave his arms at him like a maniac. Earth to Eddie. Eddie who has sprawled himself across a chair in the furthest corner of the room, pretending (and that’s the keyword here) to be more drunk (or stoned) than he really is. The best way to avoid confrontation.
“Ah,’ Eddie says, insincerely, through his teeth, a wide grin plastered on his face, “Just as I was starting to miss you.”
He is clearly unsuccessful in seeming too occupied to hold conversation. His bad luck. Conversations starting with any variation of ‘we have to talk’ usually haven’t ended well for him. Fuck it, if half of his brain doesn’t want to believe that Steve is there beat him up.
“Right.” He repeats, sitting up a bit straighter, looking over Steve’s shoulder rather than at him. He can vaguely make out Robin and Nancy, perched on the edge of the stairs, discussing something, whatever, he can’t make out (What is important is that they don’t seem like they are talking about them). His eyes flicker back to Steve who is very inconveniently towering over him, definitely not making things easier by looking like, well, Steve.
“Listen, dude, before you say anything… We don’t have to. It isn’t a big deal. I know you’re not…” He is too embarrassed to finish the sentence: “Just don’t wreck your pretty brains about it, okay? We’re cool.”
