[ there is something in the exchange that feels off. something that feels like a missed step, a sudden drop off a curb. steve doesn’t realize it had meant to be a joke, not really, but it’s eddie’s response that has him reminded of the fact he doesn’t really know what they’re doing. not this place, specifically, but any of it. him, being here. eddie, apparently alive, looking uncomfortable. steve is trying to find something in this to comfort, something he can ease over, but he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that he’s a lot more lost than he knows. with eddie munson.
steve shakes his head, feeling a little dizzy with it all. exhaustion, maybe, or just shock, but steve feels a little like he might collapse and a little like the ground itself might just crumble out from under him, because for whatever reason, hearing eddie say i’m sorry about dying makes him want to scream. ]
No, man, don’t- don’t apologize. I’m just- [ sorry doesn’t really cover it, so steve searches for a different word. a different way to phrase whatever it is he can’t quite grasp.
eddie’s gaze drops to his hands and steve just keeps watching him. ] I’m just glad you’re here. [ which also feels oddly honest, too honest, but steve shoves both of his hands in his hair and turns away from eddie, looking off down the road back to the settlement. he doesn’t want to think about the plan, about whether or not it worked or didn’t, doesn’t want to connect any dots to fears or possibilities. he just wants-
god, he wishes henderson was here. or nancy. they would know what to do. ]
Did you come from that town? Place? [ he asks, turning back to face eddie. ]
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steve shakes his head, feeling a little dizzy with it all. exhaustion, maybe, or just shock, but steve feels a little like he might collapse and a little like the ground itself might just crumble out from under him, because for whatever reason, hearing eddie say i’m sorry about dying makes him want to scream. ]
No, man, don’t- don’t apologize. I’m just- [ sorry doesn’t really cover it, so steve searches for a different word. a different way to phrase whatever it is he can’t quite grasp.
eddie’s gaze drops to his hands and steve just keeps watching him. ] I’m just glad you’re here. [ which also feels oddly honest, too honest, but steve shoves both of his hands in his hair and turns away from eddie, looking off down the road back to the settlement. he doesn’t want to think about the plan, about whether or not it worked or didn’t, doesn’t want to connect any dots to fears or possibilities. he just wants-
god, he wishes henderson was here. or nancy. they would know what to do. ]
Did you come from that town? Place? [ he asks, turning back to face eddie. ]