( Jonathan's head snaps to Steve, fixing him with a surprised expression. It isn't so much the substance of what he says that's surprising, as it is the fact that he's saying anything at all. And sure, Jonathan isn't so much into sports at all, but he gets the feeling that Lonny is cut from the same cloth as Mr. Harrington.

Who would have thought that he, Jonathan Byers, would have anything in common with the Steve Harringtons of the world? )

Maybe. My mom gets it, at least. She just lets us be, I think that drove dad crazy. ( He rubs the back of his neck, sighing as he thinks for a moment, about Steve Harrington. He doesn't really know too much about the family dynamics, but he remembers what his dad was like at the bitter end. )

I know I'm probably the last person you'd want to be around, but, you know. If shit ever gets to be too much and you need a place to lay low until it blows over... ( He regrets saying anything as soon as he says it. Of course Steve isn't going to want to hang out and listen to his stupid records. Who is he kidding? )