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“You’re gonna fuck up your shirt,” Eddie says, voice dipping. His attention’s fixed on Steve’s wound again. There’s the subtlest crease in his brow, something pained or held back. Steve watches him, frozen; he feels kind of useless again, which is absurd, because Eddie’s staring at him like he absolutely and obviously needs him.
Or— a part of him. Just a part. And it’d be easy to give to him.
“What if, um,” Eddie starts, still eyeing Steve’s hand. “What if we… help each other out, here?”
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(Eddie's stowed away in the wreck of his old trailer, back from the dead, and his teeth might be a little sharper this time around. Steve finds out firsthand.)