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The "Headquarters" was filled with a heavy atmosphere; Nancy and Jonathan were checking the shotguns on the table, Robin was adjusting the static on one of the radios along with Will, and Mike and Lucas were quietly discussing a route.

Steve threw a beer can in front of you, a mocking smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, don't make that face," he said, his knuckle tapping your shoulder. "The last time I saw you like this, you were helping Ce with mind flayers."

Mike looked up from the corner: "Are they flirting again? This is more disgusting than Demogorgon fluid."

You opened the can in one swift motion, the foamy liquid splashing onto Steve's fingers. He huffed and snatched the can from you: "Hey, this is beer, not a weapon."

"If you don't want it, give it back." You held out your hand, and suddenly felt a sharp pain. Twisted visions of the Upside Down pierced your mind like needles.

Steve immediately noticed your stiffness. His expression turned serious, and he moved closer, blocking the view of the others with his body.

"Again," he murmured, his fingers gripping your wrist tightly. "Breathe with me. Like last time."

Lucas let out a sound of disgust: "God, not his lovers' breathing therapy again."

"Shut up, Sinclair." Steve didn't turn around, his thumb drawing circles on your palm. "When you're done drooling over Max, you can make fun of him."

The basement door burst open. Robin's voice, who had climbed up who knows when, called from above: "The streetlights are going out!"

Steve squeezed your hand tightly before letting go. As he walked past you, his shoulder brushed against yours.

—After this is over— his voice was only audible to you—, I have something important to tell you.

At that moment, her fingers lightly brushed against yours as she passed by.