[Not equal! Double confused! It's an important distinction, because Steve, as far as Eddie's aware, didn't just die and come back to life.
He is also, Eddie is quickly becoming aware, not a huge plan guy. Now that he thinks more about it, it makes sense. Wheeler and Buckley were really calling a lot of the shots, (and Dustin, which is wild as a concept but not actually that surprising with the kid's monster brain and matching ego) and Steve maybe just seemed as in control by way of all the uh, lake jumping and weapon wielding and standing-in-front he does. Is still doing, at this current moment in time.
Eddie's heart sinks a little, but he rallies, nodding along to Steve's words and rearranging his thoughts. He doesn't need Steve to tell him what the hell to do, he's not totally useless. Maybe he can be the fear riddled brains to Steve's brawn in this scenario, and it'll be enough to get them out alive. Right. Whisper time.]
Orientation. Okay. Yeah. All achievable. [He actually has no idea if a doctor is achievable, but he also doesn't feel awful outside of the way everything aches, so it can wait.] We think of this like reconnaissance. Stick together. Keep an eye out for the others. If we're both here, then maybe, right?
[He puts his hands up, dropping the stapler and offering his best placating smile, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, and then drops the gesture to push Steve's hands down, lamp and all.]
Hey, we're cool! We're fine! Sorry everyone. Bit of a shock, that's all. We're going to- [He looks at Steve, eyebrows raised.] Orientation?
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He is also, Eddie is quickly becoming aware, not a huge plan guy. Now that he thinks more about it, it makes sense. Wheeler and Buckley were really calling a lot of the shots, (and Dustin, which is wild as a concept but not actually that surprising with the kid's monster brain and matching ego) and Steve maybe just seemed as in control by way of all the uh, lake jumping and weapon wielding and standing-in-front he does. Is still doing, at this current moment in time.
Eddie's heart sinks a little, but he rallies, nodding along to Steve's words and rearranging his thoughts. He doesn't need Steve to tell him what the hell to do, he's not totally useless. Maybe he can be the fear riddled brains to Steve's brawn in this scenario, and it'll be enough to get them out alive. Right. Whisper time.]
Orientation. Okay. Yeah. All achievable. [He actually has no idea if a doctor is achievable, but he also doesn't feel awful outside of the way everything aches, so it can wait.] We think of this like reconnaissance. Stick together. Keep an eye out for the others. If we're both here, then maybe, right?
[He puts his hands up, dropping the stapler and offering his best placating smile, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, and then drops the gesture to push Steve's hands down, lamp and all.]
Hey, we're cool! We're fine! Sorry everyone. Bit of a shock, that's all. We're going to- [He looks at Steve, eyebrows raised.] Orientation?