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haplesshairpile) wrote2022-08-01 12:33 pm
haplesshairpile) wrote2022-08-01 12:33 pm
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for hopper
Once Steve finds himself on the street outside of Maeve's building, he's at kind of a loss. He can't really go home, because Robin and Rue are at his place. Yeah, sure, it's not like they'd be pissed at him for showing up at his own home, but he doesn't want to be around a couple right now, and he doesn't want to make Rue feel like she has to leave so Steve can cry all over his best friend.
So, home isn't an option. Instead, he goes to a bar with the intention of drinking his sorrows away. Halfway through the first beer, he realizes that he's just doing what his parents and Hopper used to do, and he knows because of them that it doesn't work. It simply delays the inevitable while creating a bigger problem.
God, this newfound maturity of his is bullshit.
He finishes the beer and leaves, glancing at his watch as he does. He's pretty sure that Hopper is off duty tonight, and even though it's kind of rudely late to be showing up on Hopper's doorstep, he heads that way anyway. He's in crisis, okay? That's more important than good manners. Even if they don't talk about it, sleeping on Hopper's couch will keep him from doing anything stupid.
Steve overthinks on the entire walk, and by the time he's dragging himself miserably towards Hopper's door, his eyes are wet and red and he's pretty sure that he looks like a puppy that someone just kicked into the street, which is kind of pathetic, but whatever.
Sighing deeply, he reaches up to knock on the door and then curls his hand around the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
So, home isn't an option. Instead, he goes to a bar with the intention of drinking his sorrows away. Halfway through the first beer, he realizes that he's just doing what his parents and Hopper used to do, and he knows because of them that it doesn't work. It simply delays the inevitable while creating a bigger problem.
God, this newfound maturity of his is bullshit.
He finishes the beer and leaves, glancing at his watch as he does. He's pretty sure that Hopper is off duty tonight, and even though it's kind of rudely late to be showing up on Hopper's doorstep, he heads that way anyway. He's in crisis, okay? That's more important than good manners. Even if they don't talk about it, sleeping on Hopper's couch will keep him from doing anything stupid.
Steve overthinks on the entire walk, and by the time he's dragging himself miserably towards Hopper's door, his eyes are wet and red and he's pretty sure that he looks like a puppy that someone just kicked into the street, which is kind of pathetic, but whatever.
Sighing deeply, he reaches up to knock on the door and then curls his hand around the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
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Steve tries to imagine what his father would have said in this situation. That's easy. He wouldn't have said anything because Steve never would have talked to him about it. He barely even knew that Nancy existed, and they dated for a year. He never went to his dad about personal shit.
Hopper squeezing his shoulder is a little unexpected and Steve is kind of embarrassed by the way he leans into it, looking up at Hopper with big doe eyes at the reassurance.
"Thanks," he says in a thick voice, swallowing hard as Hopper moves away. "I know that I'm not your kid or anything, but you're a good dad."
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"Hey," he says. "You're my kid."
Then he cuffs the back of Steve's head like he would with Eleven, ruffling his hair. It's funnier with Steve, too, who cares more about his hair than pretty much anyone Hopper knows.
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Thankfully, Hopper messes up his hair before he can cry, and he lets out a snorting laugh as he pushes Hopper's arm away.
"Yeah, yeah. Just go get me a blanket," Steve says as he leans over to unlace his sneakers. "And don't think you're gonna tuck me in."