Dear Billy

[the_freak]

It was risky, hanging around the hospital like this when pretty much all of Hawkins was still convinced he was to blame for all of this, but Eddie felt like he owed it to Max to visit. It was rough seeing her like that. And he couldn't help the gnawing guilt that if any of them should have lost to this thing it was him. Each of them meant so much to so many people, and here he was, bruised and bandaged, but alive. And the only person who might have cared to know it had to think he was dead. It didn't seem fair.

He ducked outside for a smoke, keeping his head down, but people were too preoccupied with the mess that had opened up under them to be worried about hunting the Freak. As far as they were concerned the Munson boy was dead, and good riddance.

Trying to get the damn smoke to light, Eddie grew still, eyes suddenly catching a familiar set of piercing blue ones, and seeing that moment of recognition in them he paled. He abruptly turned tail, walking aimlessly around the side of the building and praying silently he'd only imagined that look of recognition.

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[playingtough]

Eyes widen, then he laughs at the remark. "Yeah right, like my dad is going to hang out with people that don't button the last two on their shirts." Neil was one of those super-conservative fuckwads with a power complex. But the thought of his dad hanging out with a kinky guy is pretty fucking funny. He reaches up and gives a playful-not-hurting smack against the back of Eddie's head.

"C'mon, lets go get my baby back and see how she looks. I'll talk to the people there, see if I can't get a job." Billy looks at Eddie with that sunshine grin again, leading the way back to the front door.

[the_freak]

"Oh they weren't wearing any shirts," Eddie assures sarcastically, waggling his eyebrows.

"Good, it'll nice not to have to hotwire this thing every time we wanna go," he says, climbing into the car and fiddling with the wires to get her going again.

[playingtough]

"Get outta here!" Billy laughs again, getting comfortable in the seat as Eddie hotwires it up. "You can drop it off wherever you got it and I'll pick you back up in the Camaro."

As the car bumps along, he wonders how any of this happened. How he ended up in Eddie's company of all people, and why he was hanging out in some stranger's house like he was a criminal. There's a vague memory of the tv before he fell asleep.

He looks over at Eddie. "We've got cupcakes, but what else do you do for your birthday? I doubt either of us have enough money for blackjack and hookers."

Though that'd be pretty nice for his birthday.