( 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: 2022-11-07 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. )