[Oh, so this is actually happening. Eddie hasn't cooked this up in his head, it's not the result of selective hearing and wishing thinking and total misunderstanding. Wild.]
No, uh- no. Wouldn't be weird.
[Eddie has no chill. His hands have come back out to tug at his clothes and his hair, betraying his nerves even as he starts to grin. He struggles to meet Steve's eyes head on, instead darting back and forth to meet them from the side.
The thing is, even now, when it would be pretty hard to misread, he kind of doesn't believe it. Because he's Eddie Munson, and this is Steve. Not Steve Harringon, the hair or the king or whatever stupid god damn moniker comes next- but Steve. Almost stupid brave, and smarter than he gives himself credit for, occasional smartass and actual hero heart of gold in real life. This shouldn't be happening, really.
So Eddie better take the chance while he can.]
You're not gonna make me sweat over here until we hear a countdown, are you?
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No, uh- no. Wouldn't be weird.
[Eddie has no chill. His hands have come back out to tug at his clothes and his hair, betraying his nerves even as he starts to grin. He struggles to meet Steve's eyes head on, instead darting back and forth to meet them from the side.
The thing is, even now, when it would be pretty hard to misread, he kind of doesn't believe it. Because he's Eddie Munson, and this is Steve. Not Steve Harringon, the hair or the king or whatever stupid god damn moniker comes next- but Steve. Almost stupid brave, and smarter than he gives himself credit for, occasional smartass and actual hero heart of gold in real life. This shouldn't be happening, really.
So Eddie better take the chance while he can.]
You're not gonna make me sweat over here until we hear a countdown, are you?