[ nancy's been in same sort of mental and emotional limbo ( hah ), rolling with everything that's happening here while simultaneously completely freaked out all the while. it's weird feeling like this is all a game of survival when they're already dead. but it is, and they are, and when she knocks on steve's door it's because she's tired of sitting in her bedroom alone, thinking about all the people she left behind back home, worrying about what kind of hell they're dealing with. the fact that they're not here is a good sign, she's pretty sure, but that doesn't mean what they're living with back at hawkins is really any better.

so, yeah.

she opens his bedroom door once he gives her the okay, not exactly looking sheepish, but maybe a little worried, sure. more unsure than she's probably looked in a long time. not... quite like when she was dealing with the guilt of keeping barb's death a secret, but something's obviously on her mind. she chews her lip, shutting the door behind her, but she only makes it a couple steps into his room before she stops ]

You were? [ took her a second to register what he said, but at least that answers her question of if she was interrupting anything ] I was just- looking for some company. If that's alright? [ she sighs ] Every time I give my brain five seconds of quiet, it jumps right into being mad or sad about things I can't control, so. [ obviously honesty is the best thing, here. she's mostly just tired of acting like she's fine ]