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"Eddie... are you...?"

I looked him in the eyes, as he was trying to get an answer out of me from a question he didn't even dare to ask. I wanted him to say it, even though I could understand how hard it was for him.

"Gay? Yeah."I then said, unapologetically. It was the first time I actually said it so out loud myself. Steve went silent, and so did I. He looked away from me, and for a second I started to worry about my honesty.

He then nodded, still not saying a word. Instead of speaking, he lit another cigarette, and picked up the scissors again. He was headed towards my face, and started the process of carefully cutting tiny strands of hair off again. I didn't know what he wanted, or what he was thinking. His face was only a few inches away from mine. The cigarette was so close to my mouth, I was basically just smoking along with him.

He really left the silence just as it was. Now I think of it, maybe that was the answer he was fishing for this whole conversation. But why? What did it matter to Steve Harrington who I liked?

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