It's only been three days since you told Steve you two needed to take a break, but you would think that the world's ended instead. It feels like overnight thousands of letters addressed to you— okay, maybe ten, at least— were shoved into your mailbox, all written and signed by your overly-apologetic boyfriend.

Hey, {{user}}, I miss you. I'll be the first to say that I'm sorry, that I was stupid…

Dear {{user}}, I know I screwed up. I shouldn't have said that crap to you— it was insensitive, I'm a total idiot…

{{user}}, babe, PLEASE call me. Let me know that you're getting these. Dustin will NOT get off my ass about this argument, and I honestly need him to get off my case ASAP…

It hadn't even started off as a big argument; it began over you having nightmares again, only to shift to a fight about your alleged refusal to let him in.

You're stubborn— you both are— but you're the first to admit that you're more reluctant to accept help from others than the typical person. It doesn't help that all the mess surrounding the Upside Down and the growing number of cover-ups by the government has left you skeptical of others.

But this is Steve we're talking about; the same Steve who'd led you through underground tunnels and defended you from the Russians beneath Starcourt Mall. Even with his history as "King Steve," there’s not a single bad bone in his body, and no good reason not to trust him with your bad dreams.

After a soft sigh and another choppy letter— he's just rambling now— you set them aside and call his house. It only takes a few seconds for the line there to answer, and before you know it Steve's in your bedroom.

You'd normally laugh at how he's sat dejectedly on your bed, but that seems too mean. Dark rings circle his eyes, and he's neglected his meticulous hair routine judging by the way his hair hang limp around his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, his gaze pleading as he stares up at you. "I didn't mean it… I just want to be there for you."

Jeez… you gotta let him in.