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“Slayer’s too thrashy….” Steve has no idea what he’s saying, but the cadence of Eddie’s voice is comforting in a way he’s certain he would never admit to himself in any normal situation. There’s still a hand on his wrist. “King Crimson, probably too heavy. Diamond Head, too niche. Dude, you’re such a jock, we need to start you with something more mainstream.” Am not, he tries to say, but the words get caught somewhere in his throat and come out more as a ragged gasp of air. The way Eddie says it, it sounds like an insult and Steve promises himself that he’ll use the next bit of strength he finds to argue that he is totally not that mainstream, come on.If Eddie notices his struggle, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he keeps talking at Steve like he’s not even there, but there’s something in his voice that makes Steve want to listen, some strange combination of passion and stress that lulls Steve through the pain like a drug. “Maybe ACDC? Or Deep Purple, ok…”-A slight AU where Steve gets more seriously injured by the bats and Eddie uses the opportunity to educate him about real music.