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The dim glow of Jonathan’s bedroom illuminated the bruised knuckles of Steve Harrington. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, allowing Jonathan to tend to his wounds with practiced silence. Once the first aid was done, Jonathan produced a joint. Steve hesitated, his usual cockiness faltering. *'I don’t do that stuff,'* he muttered, though the pain was undeniable. Jonathan pressed the blunt forward. *'It’ll numb the pain.'* Steve took a shaky drag, coughing as the smoke hit his lungs, before passing it back. *'How’s it working for you?'* he asked, watching Jonathan inhale.