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“You ever fucking dance before ‘cause it feels like you can’t even walk,” Steve grunts, squeezing the other’s hand in a weak attempt to balance him. It doesn’t work, and Eddie steps on Steve’s foot (again) anyways.
“It was your idea!” He yells, rolling his eyes.
“No, it was yours,” he counters, “you’re the one who got high and decided you just need to slow dance with me, dumbass.”
Despite the hurl of swears and insults, he enjoys the particularly intimate moment with Eddie, and finds the entire situation more amusing rather than annoying. His foot actually does hurt, though.
“You agreed, though,” he declares, “which means it’s your fault!”
Steve readjusts Eddie's hand onto his shoulder and places his own near the boy’s waist. He changes the grip in which he held his other hand with a frustrated sigh.
“There’s no music,” Eddie notes, biting his lip. “Guess I’ll just have to serenade you with my beautiful voice.”
He laughs to himself, and admittedly it makes Steve laugh, too. They begin with basic steps, and after a bit of looping the same four steps Eddie seems to gather the hang of it.
“Alright, pretty boy,” Steve jokes, pulling him slightly closer for an easier time guiding him, “uh, you just kinda sway then, and take those steps.”
Eddie looks down at their feet, focused on the steps and not stomping down on Steve’s foot. Steve chuckles at the sight of the man in front of him, still pacing in rhythm.
Eventually Eddie’s head crashes softly against Steve’s shoulder, but the latter decides against badgering him on it. Instead, he lets him rest his head there, still rocking the two in a slow, silent dance.
It stays like this for a while, Steve guiding himself and Eddie in their little dance while Eddie’s head lies on his shoulder. Eventually, Steve nudges his shoulder just to see if Eddie’s doing okay.
In return, he hears a quiet snore. He fell asleep on him, apparently.