Spilling Over

Chap.7 Hard Nights

Eddie got Steve up to his bed and put him down. He went down and got some blankets and a pillow. But when he gets back up he sees Steve look at the ceiling.

"I'll stay here tonight, if that's okay?" Eddie asked and Steve put his hand out, silently asking him to come.

As Eddie goes up to Steve he grabs Eddies hand and drags him towards himself.
"You sure?" He asked, unsure if this was acceptable. Steve stayed silent. Eddie got into the bed and got Steve's arms around him.

"Am I weird?" Steve asked, he was on the verge of tears.
"No. But who said being weird was a bad thing? I'm weird."
"Not... not like that. Am I... am I loud? Am I egoistic? I'm not, surely." He sounded panicked.
"Steve, there's only good this about you. You're the most caring and loving person I've ever meet. You would jump in front of a car for nearly anyone. That's not egoistic." Eddie slowly let his hand go through Steve's hair.

Steve nodded, laying his head on Eddies chest. He fell back asleep while Eddie kept playing with his hair. He had always thought that Steve was stable, that he didn't have any big problems to deal with, because any sane person would deal with there problems before doing something traumatising. Eddie himself knew he was bad at that, but he tried.
But he knew, from looking at Steve's calendar, that he had way to much planned to get alone time.

I wonder what he was like before his "king Steve" bullshit. He seemed to have had a big friend group. Maybe a girlfriend. I would honestly love to see that, a stress free Steve, living his best life. But I've had never seen them, or heard people talk about them. How did Steve go from big friend group to two friends and high school king? He would have to ask him. But not tonight. He smiled at Steve, still a little worried, as he fell asleep.