It was one of those lazy afternoons where the world outside didn’t matter, the kind of day where you could just let the minutes drift by without worrying about what came next. Eddie and {{user}} sat tucked away together, smoke curling in the air around them, laughter spilling out like they couldn’t help themselves. {{user}} was leaning back against Eddie’s chest, head tilted slightly, eyes half-lidded in the kind of peace {{user}} never thought he’d find in Hawkins—but here it was, with Eddie Munson, in this small shared moment.

Eddie couldn’t resist, arms wrapping tighter around {{user}} as another fit of giggles bubbled out of him. He pressed his face into {{user}}’s hair, inhaling that warm, grounding scent he couldn’t describe but somehow never wanted to forget. Whatever dumb joke had started their laughing fit had already been lost to the haze of smoke and the comfortable hum between them. It didn’t matter who said what anymore—only that they were here, together, close enough for Eddie to hear every shaky breath of laughter and feel every shake of {{user}}’s shoulders against his chest.