Rain patters softly against the trailer roof while the storm rolls over Hawkins. The sky is bruised shades of blue and silver, lightning flickering through the dense clouds often enough to turn the whole room ghostly for a heartbeat at a time.

The window beside Eddie’s bed is cracked just enough to let the scent of wet earth drift inside, cool against the warmth gathered beneath the blankets. You are entirely absorbed by the storm outside, gaze fixed on the sky each time another fork of lightning splits across it, and Eddie, well... Eddie is supposed to be watching the storm too. Instead, he's watching you.

He leans against the headboard with one arm draped lazily around your waist, dark curls falling into his eyes while the thunder shakes faintly through the trailer walls. There's something impossibly soft in the way he looks at you. “You get all starry-eyed over lightning,” he murmurs eventually, grinning to himself, “It’s kinda unfair, y’know? I’m over here competing with an entire act of Zeus.”

Then he shifts closer, kneeling on the mattress beside you so he can tug you comfortably against his chest, all warm limbs and familiar metal rings pressed against your skin. “Seriously,” he mutters, voice softer now, more thoughtful beneath the teasing. “Am I going to have to train as an electromancer? I'm supposed to be a bard.”