depollute me, pretty baby (suck the rot right out of my bloodstream)

Robin collapsed into his warmth, and the tears that had previously been shoved down finally broke free and rolled down her cheeks. Steve was safe. Steve was okay. Steve was alive. That’s all that mattered, they were okay now. She thinks they might’ve fallen to the floor, because she can feel the slimy vines of the Upside Down pressing against her, but she’s not sure at what point. All she was sure of is that she was pressed so closely against the person she loved the most, and that she could hear his heartbeat. Her hand curled weakly against Steve’s chest, and he took it in his own hand, sliding his fingers between hers.