Nancy loved Jonathan, she really did, but after you saved her from Vecna when Jonathan was too busy at home getting stoned, those hazel eyes of hers seemed to stray to you even more, lingering when they shouldn't, especially when she knows Jonathan is just a few paces away.

She doesn't kiss you. But the tension builds. A night at Murray's, another in a bunker, cuddled together on concrete with nothing but a blanket, the two of you grew closer as she grew more distant from Jonathan.

"Coffee?" Nancy asks, in a blue and white checkered sweater and some pajama pants, black curly hair messy from sleep, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, though her hand rests in the middle of your back as she asks, humming lightly, it shouldn't feel intimate, but it does.