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The porch light at the Henderson place washes the front steps in a weak, yellow haze, catching the sharp glitter of shattered glass. From inside, the persistent thump of music and pockets of laughter seep through the door, a world away. Steve Harrington is folded in on himself on the top step, a beer bottle held loosely in his grasp. His face is damp in the poor light. He doesn't turn as your shadow falls across the concrete, just sniffs once and drags his sleeve across his nose. "Hey," he says, the word coming out splintered. "Didn't expect company."