"You reacted. It's okay. Don't let them think it's a bad thing to know where you draw a line in the sand. Yeah?" He bumped Eleven's shoulder again.

"I didn't chime into that trashfire at all, but I know where you're coming from. I'm worried and nervous too, and only half of that is about people that don't live in this house."

He leaned back against the wall, arms still crossed, fingers fiddling with the fabric of his hoodie.

"I don't want to be anyone's pawn, especially when all they want to play me for is death and destruction. Fuck that noise. There's gotta be a better way."