* 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧.

the good news is, I get a big enough 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙥 on my head, I can change. I can 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧. I can c͟r͟a͟w͟l͟ ͟ ͟𝗳͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝘄͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗱͟.͟ written by # amalthea.

that’s what she thinks. it’s approximately seven minutes into her movie that the phone starts ringing. and ringing. and ringing.

yeah, me too. ( muffled coughing. ) agh … you uh, you stay there. I’m gonna go see if I have anything in the medicine cabinet.

no! nah, we aren’t —- ( a big cough. ) yeah, okay.

( still sneezing … making struggled half - sneeze sounds. ) yeah.

sneezes. sneezes. sneezes.

thea.xn--6ii steve sneezes like a dad

bless y —- ( sneezes. sneezes. sneezes. ) sorry. bless you.

sneezes. sneezes. sneezes. sneezes. sneezes. sneezes. sneezes.

perhaps it’s his soft spot for nancy that makes him worry. or maybe it’s just the memory of the last time she got so drunk, carved into the back of his mind. he masks it with playfulness. “hey, gotcha a drink? c’mere and have a seat.”

a wry smile forms across his face. at her comment, he pushes the door further open with his hand and uses the other —- still holding the glass —- to usher her in. “get in here.”

sound of a doorbell has him sauntering to the door. it opens with a swing. glass in hand, steve looks confused, and then pleased. “hey, you.”

head slowly swiveling to get a look at —- oh! oh, goodness. well, ignore the flash of concern on his face. for just a moment. “nance? hey, whatcha got there?”

<—- currently pouring himself a glass of top shelf whiskey, courtesy of mr. harrington and his neglect to lock the cabinet.

yeah, yeah … have a seat. you know where the living room is.

thea.xn--6ii just starting season 5 can i just say my boy steve looks FINE

all right, all right. come on. before you freeze.