he will not see me

It’s not all that dark anyway—or at least, it’s not as dark as it could be. Steve’s lighting the way, flashlight in hand. Honestly, Eddie thinks he should get it preserved, like in one of those glass cabinets in museums, complete with a plaque: This bulb somehow survived a journey from the depths of a lake into an alternate dimension, and all for the low, low price of…Well, Eddie doesn’t know how much it cost. He’ll workshop the whole plaque thing.In his reverie, he stumbles carelessly, nearly pitching over right into Hive Mind territory.“Ah, shit,” he whispers.Steve’s hand must move because the light drifts over—ends up illuminating much more of Eddie’s path than Steve’s.“Thanks,” Eddie says—glances sideways to find Steve already looking at him.“Think I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Steve replies.His hand flexes, as if he’d gone to twirl the flashlight before catching himself; Eddie has a very faint memory of Steve doing the same with pencils in class and fights a private smile.