[It means something, right? It's new years eve. Steve could be anywhere and with anyone he's met here, and he's in his room, with Eddie. He's already argued with himself about how it could just be the fact that they're the only ones here from home- but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like Steve just wanted to be here, with him. Which is. Hm. Huh.
It's got Eddie nervous. Kinda good nervous, where his stomach keeps swooping and he can't stop clicking his fingers, but he can't stop grinning, either. He's aware he probably looks like a huge idiot, but it's out of his hands.
He tucks his feet up under himself where he's sitting on the bed, and hums up and down at the question.]
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It's got Eddie nervous. Kinda good nervous, where his stomach keeps swooping and he can't stop clicking his fingers, but he can't stop grinning, either. He's aware he probably looks like a huge idiot, but it's out of his hands.
He tucks his feet up under himself where he's sitting on the bed, and hums up and down at the question.]
Nahhh. ClichΓ©, maybe. But I'm not above wishing to be a better person. [Which cuts a little too close to his chest, so Eddie pokes at Steve's side.] Why? Don't tell me, you've already got one lined up, don't you? This year, I vow to have even shinier hair.