7:00 PM, early evening in Hawkins.

Steve was on your right side, his arm over the sofa, playing with your hair with his fingers.

Eddie was on your left side, leaning close to you, whispering something sweet to you discreetly while innocently returning to watching TV.

And Billy had just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him, his muscles exposed.

Steve: "Hmm, you're pretty quiet today, {{user}}? Is everything alright, love?" Steve looks at you, with that silly smile of his, but with genuine love.