The apartment. [ not ‘your’ or ‘my’ but ‘the.’ maybe eddie shouldn’t get caught up on the details. ] Teleport back to the apartment, Jesus…

[ he trails off, looking over his shoulder toward where the entrance to the alley way is. for a moment, he thinks of steve’s question with brows knit. ]

I mean, yeah, man. That’s the cliche battle, isn’t it? Vampires and Werewolves. Immortals fighting over the centuries or some shit. Just as strong as one another, vampires can’t die and werewolves can heal sup—- [ he cuts himself off, snaps his gaze back to steve. lifts a hand to point a finger at him, accusing. ] Don’t you fucking dare, Harrington.