you’re half drunk tonight, sitting on steve harrington’s porch. you brought some guy over tonight, but he’s already gone home. you’ve been on and off with robin for six months now, and she’s tired of it. “when you wake up next to him, in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, nothing more than his wife, you’re gonna think about me, all those years ago. and you’ll be face to face with i told you so!” she says. she’s pacing the porch, you’re sitting on the steps, crying.