Steve doesn't miss the almost surprised look on Eddie's face, and he gives the guy a sincere, apologetic sort of smile. He knows that he was an asshole back home, that he was trapped in the tidal wave of being normal and popular, stamping down on any sort of otherness that would have isolated him from the social status that had seemed so important at the time. Eddie fell victim to that, at least peripherally, and Steve is relieved that they can move past it. He doesn't want to pretend that he never said or did awful things, but he's glad that his past actions don't have to define him, either.

"Bullshit," Steve parrots, because he still doesn't want to be left out of things, but he's laughing. The Steve from five years ago couldn't ever have imagined himself here at this table, with these people, but that's okay. That Steve sort of sucked anyway. "What?"

He twists around to try and spot who Eddie is talking about, only to see a guy in a trench coat peering guiltily over his shoulder. He makes a disgusted face, and then a judgemental one, shaking his head. "Dude."