[he listens; mouths throuple to himself like it’s a new word, but he’s quiet. he’s listening, understanding. it’s exhausting - he gets it. he lived with a man who took that insecurity to the extremes, and Steve isn’t that, but it’s.

is it a trigger? christ, maybe. he’s up before he really knows what’s doing. sliding in beside Eddie, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and holding tight. he doesn’t think about it when he presses a kiss to his temple. ] I don’t care how good he is, or how much I care about him - but you make it fucking clear to him that he doesn’t get to make you feel guilty about who you’re close to.

[yeah, it might be a trigger. ]