“You do win, though.” he says, looking at his feet. “I told you guys no hero stuff, and you—you fucking heroed the shit out of the whole thing. You rolled a nat 20 on dexterity.”
A sound of disbelief punches out of Eddie’s chest. “Steve Harrington, did you just make a Dungeons and Dragons joke?” he whispers into the space between them.
“I’ve been saving it.” Steve whispers back, and he starts to laugh but then it morphs into a pinch at the back of his throat and before he knows it he’s crying—he’s fucking crying—standing in front of this beautiful man he’s been in love with for months when he’s supposed to be consoling him and it’s humiliating and unfair.
