Dustin tells Steve everything that happened in November ‘83. Everything.
Sure, he’d heard most of it from Nancy, but there were certain things the boys hadn’t told a soul. Like how they found El in the middle of the woods or how they’d almost nearly biked headfirst into a speeding van.
Or how Mike Wheeler had stepped off a cliff because Tommy’s asshole of a kid brother had threatened them with a knife.
Steve almost loses his cool. He almost makes it out of the Hendersons’ front door, Dustin grasping uselessly at his sweater, trying to hold him back from driving right to Tommy’s and picking a fight.
“You promised you’d be cool,” Dustin groans, “So be cool.”
Steve glares at him, but relents, his shoulders going slack.
“Besides,” Dustin grins toothily, “El totally destroyed him. She broke his arm.”
Vaguely, Steve remembers Tommy talking about how his brother got into a fight and got his sorry ass handed to him. He can’t help but to laugh thinking it was his little shits - one of them at least - that had been responsible.
“Okay,” Steve breathes, “Fine. But El’s not always going to be there to save your dorky asses so I’ll be cool and teach you how to throw a damn punch.”