( Eddie would prod at his side, just for the sake of being a brat. it mostly just results in Steve wriggling away from the poke and firmer into Eddie's side. if Eddie is afraid Steve is going to make for the hills, hopefully the insistent way he winds arms around him is proof enough he doesn't want either of them to go anywhere. Steve usually feels like he's expecting or needing or asking too much, to be this openly appreciative of affection. maybe there's something about the waking up together after a nightmare, though. he's not ready to pull apart and knit himself together and pretend he doesn't need this right now.
so if Eddie will indulge him just a bit longer, Steve isn't going anywhere. Eddie might be looking at him, but Steve is staring at the rain pattering against their (Eddie's, shit. their comes way too easy to him, these days) window, and then at the inside of his eyelids. last time he passed out it was half because the heavy wave of panic had entirely exhausted him. this time it's because he's comfortable and content, and wants to pad out that feeling just a little longer. )
Waffles, ( Steve says, distant but amused, in the voice of someone trying to sound more alert than they are. it's the rain putting him hack to sleep, surely. he doesn't protest the kiss to his forehead anymore than he's protested a kiss — well, anywhere else, actually. outside of the island of the bed they're sharing, it might make him get in his head. right now, it is beyond Steve to second guess anything besides not wanting this moment to be over just yet. )
Or pancakes. World's our oyster, Stevie. [ eddie drops his head back to the pillow, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the closeness of this moment. steve's wound around him, arms around him and legs intertwined with his own. it's a comfortable feeling even in a bed that's not normally the one they share.
eddie knows he'd like waking up anywhere, pretty much, if he could have steve there with him. if he could be as sure as he is now that, at least for the moment, steve's not running away; that no one's going to play this off as a thing that doesn't mean anything at all.
that's a scary thought, one too overwhelming for the early morning where sleep's tugging steve back under and eddie could follow so easily. he probably will, if he can get his mind to slow down just a bit more.
eddie turns his face into the pillow, forces a yawn and then it's followed up by a louder real one. ] Get some sleep.
( Steve is not above getting in his head about this, later. sometimes it just feels like there's limits. on how much he can ask for. what he can take. Eddie's his roommate, his friend. one of his best friends, honestly — nobody can topple Robin off her throne but the rare days he doesn't talk to or see Eddie, his entire day feels off. and even accepting he cares that much, it's hard not to feel like at some point there's a too much, and he's going to barrel into it headfirst if he isn't careful.
asking too much and needing too much, it always kicks him in the ass. with his parents, with the assholes that weren't ever really his friends. with Nancy, somehow, even though the details of how and why are still pretty goddamn fuzzy. just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, all the way down. it's hard to course correct when you don't know what turn was the wrong one. Steve's running a little blind as it is, and it's hard not to get addicted to how it feels. to have someone to lean on. to not have to truck along and be okay and figure it out on his own. he can't want too much of this, can't rely on it too much, because what is he gonna do when it's gone?
this morning, though... it's hard to feel like stealing one lazy morning will ruin everything. not when Eddie feels so comfortable and content, too. maybe it isn't taking, so much as sharing. both of them together, instead of trying to grin and bear it and push through it on their own.
he meant to say a word, a confirmation. pancakes or waffles, sounds good. sleep a little more. instead he's barely cognizant enough to land a mumble. nuzzling closer with a content huff of a sigh. yeah, okay. sleep, pancakes, safe. he can agree to that. )
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Date: 2022-10-10 03:32 am (UTC)so if Eddie will indulge him just a bit longer, Steve isn't going anywhere. Eddie might be looking at him, but Steve is staring at the rain pattering against their (Eddie's, shit. their comes way too easy to him, these days) window, and then at the inside of his eyelids. last time he passed out it was half because the heavy wave of panic had entirely exhausted him. this time it's because he's comfortable and content, and wants to pad out that feeling just a little longer. )
Waffles, ( Steve says, distant but amused, in the voice of someone trying to sound more alert than they are. it's the rain putting him hack to sleep, surely. he doesn't protest the kiss to his forehead anymore than he's protested a kiss — well, anywhere else, actually. outside of the island of the bed they're sharing, it might make him get in his head. right now, it is beyond Steve to second guess anything besides not wanting this moment to be over just yet. )
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Date: 2022-10-15 07:03 am (UTC)eddie knows he'd like waking up anywhere, pretty much, if he could have steve there with him. if he could be as sure as he is now that, at least for the moment, steve's not running away; that no one's going to play this off as a thing that doesn't mean anything at all.
that's a scary thought, one too overwhelming for the early morning where sleep's tugging steve back under and eddie could follow so easily. he probably will, if he can get his mind to slow down just a bit more.
eddie turns his face into the pillow, forces a yawn and then it's followed up by a louder real one. ] Get some sleep.
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Date: 2022-11-07 01:01 am (UTC)asking too much and needing too much, it always kicks him in the ass. with his parents, with the assholes that weren't ever really his friends. with Nancy, somehow, even though the details of how and why are still pretty goddamn fuzzy. just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, all the way down. it's hard to course correct when you don't know what turn was the wrong one. Steve's running a little blind as it is, and it's hard not to get addicted to how it feels. to have someone to lean on. to not have to truck along and be okay and figure it out on his own. he can't want too much of this, can't rely on it too much, because what is he gonna do when it's gone?
this morning, though... it's hard to feel like stealing one lazy morning will ruin everything. not when Eddie feels so comfortable and content, too. maybe it isn't taking, so much as sharing. both of them together, instead of trying to grin and bear it and push through it on their own.
he meant to say a word, a confirmation. pancakes or waffles, sounds good. sleep a little more. instead he's barely cognizant enough to land a mumble. nuzzling closer with a content huff of a sigh. yeah, okay. sleep, pancakes, safe. he can agree to that. )