"I mean they do, I see one every other week." Steve shrugs, blowing on his hot coffee before taking a small sip. "They're just also kinda picky about giving people meds."
After all he's a healthy young man, what did he need medication for right? No matter the nightmares and panic attacks just to name a couple things, he just had to bottle all that up and put it aside and show that he was a normal productive member of society. Right? Right...sure.
"Huh? I mean...I did mention that he and I had a thing for a bit right? And how he calls my daughter Lizard. Yeah he and I got to be friends when the whole "Eddie murdered people" stuff was happening." He shrugged with a grin. "He was the dungeon master for the club that Dustin and them were a part of and Dustin practically worshipped the guy. We were bound to meet eventually but there's nothing like monsters and the threat of a blood thirsty mob of closed minded bigots to figure out that they, this guys actually pretty cool."
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After all he's a healthy young man, what did he need medication for right? No matter the nightmares and panic attacks just to name a couple things, he just had to bottle all that up and put it aside and show that he was a normal productive member of society. Right? Right...sure.
"Huh? I mean...I did mention that he and I had a thing for a bit right? And how he calls my daughter Lizard. Yeah he and I got to be friends when the whole "Eddie murdered people" stuff was happening." He shrugged with a grin. "He was the dungeon master for the club that Dustin and them were a part of and Dustin practically worshipped the guy. We were bound to meet eventually but there's nothing like monsters and the threat of a blood thirsty mob of closed minded bigots to figure out that they, this guys actually pretty cool."