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[ There's absolutely some stupid party going on, but it's not at Steve's. He showed up briefly earlier in the evening to put in an appearance and make nice with people. He even manages to stay for about an hour before he gets utterly bored with everything, slipping out before anyone can even notice.

Now that he's home, it's . . . nice. Nice and quiet, which is a sharp contrast to what he used to be all about. It helps that the Harringtons are Yet Again out of town — his father off on a business trip in New York while his mother is attending seminars in Chicago. Steve grabs a beer out of the fridge and flops down on his couch, cracking it open and knocking it back.

The motion from outside catches his attention first. He jerks his head towards the window, immediately tensing up. A crack from the underbrush sends him to his feet, walking with purpose towards the garage. Within seconds, he's fetched the nailbat from his trunk and crept around to the back of his house, weapon up and ready. Whatever it is? It better not be another damn demothing. ]

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[ There's a flash and a snap in the darkness - Jonathan, after making sure his camera's okay, decides to take a picture from his spot on the ground because the perspective is kind of nice - but when he gets up, his arm swings through more foliage and it still doesn't look good. He also makes a noise when he puts his foot down on the ground, his ankle making him wince.

It also means he's stumbling in Steve's vague direction in the darkness, not really realizing anyone is there. But maybe he could borrow the phone to call his mom? He keeps grabbing trees as he walks to steady himself, making the leaves shake, getting ever nearer to the house... ]

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[ He steps into the woods, heading in the direction of the shaking noises, his bat up and at ready. ]

Where are you, you son of a bitch . . .

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[ Closer, and closer, and closer, and--

Suddenly that dark, moving form arrives, pushing out from the foliage, oh no! Still a few feet away. Jonathan doesn't see Steve right away, his hair half-covering his eyes. ]

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[ He yells — he doesn't scream, thank you very much — and lifts the bat up defensively as someone or something comes out of the woods. ]

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[ Totally a scream but whatever - it gets Jonathan's attention, eyes snapping up to see Steve and that bat - his hands go up, his jaw goes tense, his camera falling loosely around his neck - ]

Don't--!

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[ He goes very still at the sound of his voice, brows furrowing in confusion. The bat's still up, but he's not swinging at least. ]

Byers?

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Wh-- What are you doing?

[ Out here, and in general. Jonathan's slowly lowering his hands though they don't drop. He's still not completely sure how far he'd gone and really was not expecting the bat. But it's hard not to be wary when it's there, and when Steve doesn't sound quite so sure it's him. ]

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[ He lowers the bat, sucking in a bit of air. ]

What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?! Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack in my own damn home.

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I was just...

[ He doesn't finish the sentence, just motioning instead to the camera as his hands finally drop. ]

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. . . jesus christ, man.

[ He groans, rubbing at his forehead. ]

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Sorry. It's just me. Didn't know I'd gone this far.

[ Jonathan relaxes a bit now that there's no bat in his face. He does have the decency to look a little embarrassed at the whole issue. ]

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This far? In the dark? What the hell were you thinking?

[ He's not mad, necessarily. If anything, he sounds like someone's mom. ]

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I was taking pictures of the sky.

[ He feels that should be self-explanatory. And he almost feels like he needs to do that explanation at the tone of Steve's voice, weird. ]

I didn't really need the flashlight until just a few minutes ago.

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[ He just stares at him for a long moment before shaking his head in annoyance. ]

Seriously . . .

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Seriously.

[ Was that a question or not, oh well. Jonathan shifts awkwardly on his foot, wincing beneath his bangs and then looks at Steve again, remembering an earlier thought that had vacated the premises when he was facing that bat. ]

Can I use your phone?

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Yeah, sure, just— get over here already.

[ He turns back towards a house, waving a hand. follow me, loser. ]

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Yeah, sure.

[ He takes a tentative step with his ankle, kinda thankful that Steve isn't watching. Especially because it hurts worse than he wants to admit. ]

Shit...

[ is hissed out under his breath, but he's trying. ]

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[ It becomes apparent to him pretty quickly that Jonathan is not, in fact, right behind him. With a huff, Steve turns back towards him. ]

Hey, dickhead, what's the hold up?

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Don't worry about it.

[ He winces as he takes another step - but ultimately doesn't complain and continues to shuffle along behind Steve. He's already asked to use his phone. And Steve is clearly pissed and who could blame him. ]

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[ Pissed? Well— yeah, he is, but the slightest bit of concern crosses over his face as well. Jonathan's never been an athlete or anything, but Steve has, and he can recognize a few telltale signs. As they make their way back to the house, he glances over his shoulder. ]

You hurt yourself or something?

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Or something.

[ Clearly he's hurt himself but again - Jonathan's not gonna bother with it. He's used to walking through any injuries he has and dealing with them by himself. This especially applies to something so stupid and mundane and that's entirely his fault. ]

It's nothing, okay?

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[ He eyes him flatly for a moment before turning, heading back to the house through the garage, only taking a brief moment to slip the nailbat back into his trunk. It seems like he might even let it go.

Except once they enter the house, Steve tosses a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the couch. ]

Sit.

[ He's not asking. ]

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[ He's thankful for the lack of chatter on it, and when he gets inside he's got his weight on his good foot and is already looking around for the phone, hoping it's not too far, but then... ]

Come on, Steve.

[ This is already awkward enough, a slightly disappointed look on his face. Just... let him use the phone. ]

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[ His need to be cool and to keep things from being awkward is vastly, vastly outweighed by his mom friend status. So when Jonathan protests, Steve puts a hand on his hip, pointing again with his other hand. ]

Sit, dipshit. You think I don't know what an injury like that looks like? I've been playing basketball ever since I was ten.

[ And there's nothing awkward about it on his end anymore either. If anything, he's just, well. Annoyed. ]