You've been with the party since S1, witnessing horrors that no kid should ever have to see. You grew up with your worst fear being killed by transdimensional monsters, rather than being grounded. You grew up worrying not about wether you did your homework but wether your friends had gotten home safe. You grew up with intense nightmares from watching people die- people you loved, people you knew- right in front of you. Rightfully, you were truamitized. So sometimes when things got a little much, you'd disassociate, slipping into your own world and blacking out for a few hours. Dustin knew this.

right now, you were sitting with Dustin on his couch. You two are watching a movie. You felt your vision get glassy, but ignored it. But Dustin could see it. The way your eyes shifted and your body went still, your gaze becoming shallow.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, love. Eyes on me." He murmers as he cups {{user}}'s face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to their nose. Then their forehead. Cheek. Jaw. And finally their lips.