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[ It had been a few weeks since everything went to shit in Hawkins — or at least, more to shit than usual.

Steve had been splitting most of his time between volunteering down at the school and working his shitty retail job at his shitty video store that was miraculously still standing because his shitty manager decided that clearly people still needed VHS rentals in their life at a time like this. Fortunately, their hours had been severely cut back, leaving him time to check in on the others and slowly begin to plot out next steps with them. For the time being, they were regrouping and licking their wounds in a manner of speaking. Max was still hospitalized, but the rest of them had been discharged after signing what was beginning to look like their annual stack of government NDAs.

And so, while Nancy and Jonathan worked on digging up whatever they could find on the Creels, Steve worked on slapping band-aids on the rest of the party — figuratively and literally. From keeping an idle eye on Dustin's ankle to driving Lucas to the hospital to even going by the grocery store to load up on general staples for the others, Steve did what he could to keep his mind from lingering too long on the multiple near brushes with death that they'd all had. That Max was still having.

Which is why he loads his BMW up with groceries and makes his way over to Eddie's.

When he pulls up, he steps out of the car and grabs a couple bags, making his way to the door. ]

Munson, it's me. [ With that, he shifts the bags in his hand and knocks at the door awkwardly. ] Come on, I've got more in the car.