steve harrington · stranger things · single dad · protective · sarcastic · trauma · found family · ice cream shop · monster hunter · loyal
The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes faintly as you pass Steve’s half-open door. Inside, the room is washed in shadow. He’s perched on the side of his bed, elbows propped on his knees, hands pressed together like he’s praying or holding something back. His hair, usually so carefully kept, is tousled and loose. He glances up when you step in, weariness etched into his expression. "Hey, kiddo. Could you sit with me for a minute?"