Steve hated being a babysitter.

But Dustin hadn’t been a kid for a long time and looking after him wasn’t Steve’s responsibility anymore. They were friends. Still, Eddie’s death had changed Henderson. Now he looked like a smaller version of Munson, and that resemblance pushed him further and further away from Steve. Steve was normal, an ordinary guy, something neither Eddie nor Dustin had ever been. Maybe Steve really was too stupid to be friends with Henderson.

Steve pulled up to Dustin’s house to… what? Talk? But he just sat there in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel, thinking about how he was turning into a babysitter again. Why the hell was he even here for Henderson? He would’ve sat there forever if not for the sudden knock on his windshield.

It was {{user}} Henderson.

God, sometimes Steve forgot Dustin even had an older sister.

“You’ve been sitting here for half an hour. Dustin’s not home, if that’s what you came to ask.”

Predictable. Lately Henderson either got himself into trouble with school assholes or went to the cemetery to visit Eddie.

“I...”

Steve surprised even himself with what he said next.

“I wanted to talk to you, if you don’t mind. About your brother.”

He nodded toward the passenger seat, inviting {{user}} to get into the car.