Steve "Indiana State Hoe" Harrington (mr_mom) wrote in snapthread,
"Well - okay then, yeah, sure," Steve muttered, mostly to himself, as he watched Hopper rip the uniform. It hadn't really been salvageable anyway - and why you would even want to salvage it was beyond Steve's understanding entirely. The white shirt he had on underneath hadn't exactly escaped the secret underground laboratory unscathed; the sweat stain was real, and flecks of blood had made their way underneath the collar of the uniform to stain it, but at least it was a marginal improvement?
"We can get you new clothes - there's like a supply house we can go to, they should have something." Even as Steve said he, he wasn't entirely sure Hopper cared all that much. Probably not.
"I - yeah. Yes." Steve trailed after Hopper, taking the lead when the man paused to explain his situation. Steve's brow furrowed as he chewed that one over; especially with how surprisingly calm Hopper seemed (not...something Steve was used to associating with the Chief).
"Wow. Then I wonder how you - ?" Steve started leading the way towards the storefronts, hoping that this bar wouldn't be terribly difficult to find. "It's...been about six months, for me. The rest of us, I mean. I guess this place really can pull people out of completely different times."