Eddie's presence is familiar, too familiar, in Steve's unlit room. Memories flood his brain: Eddie laying in his bed, twirling his rings with his forefinger, humming along to whatever stupid song he let Steve put on; Eddie carefully applying dark eyeshadow to his waterline, a Corroded Coffin shirt clung to his skin; Eddie holding Steve's face in the moonlight, thumb tracing his freckles.
Steve Harrington hasn't left his room in seventeen days.
or
Eddie pays Steve a visit.
