[ way ahead of you, Steve; Laurie, whose eyelids had begun drooping while reading his story, leans her head against his shoulder and stifles a yawn, then taps out a one-handed message: ]
( that makes one of them. not thinking about it is a great suggestion, only it's too late, he made the crucial error of thinking about it, and you can't unthink things. you just gotta dwell on them awhile, pull it over and over in your head like it'll change something.
Steve was this close to suggesting they go put pull out the tape of the Clown's creepy VHS or hammer a couple of Trickster's stupid glass knives just for the distraction, because doing is better than thinking. and then Laurie's head lolls against his shoulder, more confirmation that she's barely holding on to coherent than the text really is.
she wouldn't lean on him if she was awake enough to think about it, he figures. she makes a point of not leaning on anybody. which he gets — or would get it, if it weren't for Dustin, and then Robin, and then the fog and Nancy and Jonathan and Quentin all the other survivors just trying to not entirely lose it, here. Steve's learned the value in having someone you can lean on, is the point.
and even if it's a half asleep decision, and she might elbow him in the gut when she wakes up and realizes, Steve thinks Laurie could use someone to lean on. even just a little while.
he responds, but it is awkward texting with one hand because one arm is being dedicated to feral girl pillow. ) We're not talking. We're texting. ( okay grandpa. if that doesn't put her to sleep, what will. )
[ later, she'll find a way to blame it on Steve, or the collective exhaustion that had rolled through the campfire. maybe she'll even blame it on the Entity. either way, once she leans her head on Steve's shoulder, Laurie doesn't move, even though a) she knows she should and b) this bony jerk isn't all that comfortable. but the fire is warm on their faces and their fronts and Steve's warm in his own right, so even though the phone buzzes in her hand, alerting her that if she wants the last word she'd better lift the thing up and reply, Laurie stays put.
she's fucking tired. it's exhausting spending all of her energy trying to survive while simultaneously keeping everybody at arm's length. but it's what must be done. she'll be furious when she wakes up, mostly at herself, but for now, Laurie dozes off, the phone slipping from her hand into the dirt, hair catching the light of the fire like a wild halo around her head. ]
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Date: 2022-12-26 09:52 pm (UTC)tired as hell but you keep talking
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🎀 here? or you could wrap on yours?
Date: 2022-12-26 11:14 pm (UTC)Steve was this close to suggesting they go put pull out the tape of the Clown's creepy VHS or hammer a couple of Trickster's stupid glass knives just for the distraction, because doing is better than thinking. and then Laurie's head lolls against his shoulder, more confirmation that she's barely holding on to coherent than the text really is.
she wouldn't lean on him if she was awake enough to think about it, he figures. she makes a point of not leaning on anybody. which he gets — or would get it, if it weren't for Dustin, and then Robin, and then the fog and Nancy and Jonathan and Quentin all the other survivors just trying to not entirely lose it, here. Steve's learned the value in having someone you can lean on, is the point.
and even if it's a half asleep decision, and she might elbow him in the gut when she wakes up and realizes, Steve thinks Laurie could use someone to lean on. even just a little while.
he responds, but it is awkward texting with one hand because one arm is being dedicated to feral girl pillow. ) We're not talking. We're texting. ( okay grandpa. if that doesn't put her to sleep, what will. )
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Date: 2022-12-29 03:25 pm (UTC)she's fucking tired. it's exhausting spending all of her energy trying to survive while simultaneously keeping everybody at arm's length. but it's what must be done. she'll be furious when she wakes up, mostly at herself, but for now, Laurie dozes off, the phone slipping from her hand into the dirt, hair catching the light of the fire like a wild halo around her head. ]