"I should have known that you'd be a narc," Steve says, but it's obvious that he's teasing. Robin never really struck him as the type to go to the parties where pot and beer were passed around freely, and that was sort of the only place to get weed in Hawkins. Steve didn't smoke very often, and when he did it came from a friend of a friend, or some other vague bullshit. It just blows his mind that he can walk into a shop and buy it here without having to deal with any shady people.

Robin's question makes him realize how tense he is, and be blows out a breath as he runs his fingers through his hair. "No, no, I'm fine. I've just never really had to tell anyone all this shit before, and I'm trying to figure out where to start."

He could just go into it, let himself ramble about Nancy and demogorgons and how he got wrapped up in all this drama with kids and monsters, but he realizes that he should probably start with the more pressing issue.

"Darrow first, yeah?" Steve asks as he lifts himself up to pull his wallet out of his pocket. "Unless you want to just watch the movie and eat pizza and let me off the hook for a bit, but I know you and don't really think that's an option."