"He tried to hurt Lucas," Steve grumbles, eyes closing as he leans his head back against the wall. "Beat me until I passed out. But I don't... I don't hate him. I saw some of his past in his head and... I mean, even before I didn't hate him..."
The feelings he has toward Billy are too complex for Steve to get the words for. He stares up at the ceiling, reaching for them through the quagmire of repression and fog of pot.
"I'm...scared, maybe. Of him. I feel bad for him and I get why he might have done some of the stuff he did... But I also get why Dustin's pet demodog ate his cat and it is still fucked."
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"He tried to hurt Lucas," Steve grumbles, eyes closing as he leans his head back against the wall. "Beat me until I passed out. But I don't... I don't hate him. I saw some of his past in his head and... I mean, even before I didn't hate him..."
The feelings he has toward Billy are too complex for Steve to get the words for. He stares up at the ceiling, reaching for them through the quagmire of repression and fog of pot.
"I'm...scared, maybe. Of him. I feel bad for him and I get why he might have done some of the stuff he did... But I also get why Dustin's pet demodog ate his cat and it is still fucked."