[ The mere mention of the demobats causes Eddie to flinch, his hand automatically going to his side, to his own matching scars. There's maybe a reason he hasn't been too enthusiastic about rushing into bed with anyone else since everything went down.

How do you even explain to someone who isn't in the know how you got these scars? He guesses that people generally don't care when it comes to Steve Harrington, but Eddie? Well, Eddie already has enough of a reputation as a freak that it's not like anyone is lining up to be with him.

Still, he listens attentively, keeping his face neutral since this is about Steve, not Eddie. Sure, he will absolutely flirt with Steve to his heart's content, but he knows better than to assume there's anything there to be reciprocated. ]

Shit, man. Well, let's get you cleaned up then.

[ He's a bit nosy as Steve leads him further into the house, glancing at family photos, though it doesn't look like there has been anything recent. Before he can think too much into that, though, he's left with the question of where to go, between the bathroom and couch. ]

Living room, I think. We'll be more comfortable here. I promise I won't get any concealer on your precious couch. Probably costs more than our whole trailer.

[ He cracks a grin, gesturing to the couch with his head. ]