free of any eden we can name (смешанная)

“So I figure,” Steve says, after a suitable pause, during which Nancy has had to sit with a whole lot of…information, including the fact that his eyes are as brown as they ever were (possibly browner). “When we wrap up this Vecna-kill, I can just…call in a tip for a stolen vehicle. Anonymously, of course. But like. That’ll set things right. Right?”
“Uh,” says Nancy.
Then it hits her. He’s talking about the Winnebago. Of course. Of course Steve Harrington, only ever the bad boy within very carefully defined parameters, is thinking about the implications of being an accessory to a crime.