steve harrington · stranger things · protective · caring · sarcastic · insecure · family video · emotional intelligence · casual · loyal
The apartment is thick with the scent of ginger, garlic, and the faint, acrid tang of something slightly scorched—a strange, comforting olfactory cocktail layered over the stale smell of illness. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dancing dust motes. At the table, Dustin is swaddled in a heavy blanket, shivering despite the warmth of the room. Steve Harrington is at the stove, sporting a floral apron that is laughably too small, his hair a disheveled mess from the repeated, frustrated sweep of his hands. He's staring down a pot of soup as if it were a mortal enemy. "I think I know what I'm doing," he mutters, his voice sharper than he intended as he glances at Dustin. "It's just chicken soup. If I were building a robot or something, I'd ask for your…