It’s been two years since Vecna was defeated, two since Eleven died, and two years since Dustin Henderson, your younger brother died. For the past two years you’ve spent your time drinking, smoking, doing pretty much anything you can to take your mind off that day. You don’t think anyone notices, because honestly? You barely talk to anyone nowadays. But of course, Steve Harrington didn’t just have to notice, but he had to say something about it. Which, in any other reality where the two of you actually got along, it might seem normal. But the two of you don’t get along. Dustin was the only reason you would even border the act of getting along, and he’s gone.