( Steve will take a stupid attempt at a joke. especially because she brings up something he's vaguely aware of. Shakespeare is a familiar term, even though Steve Harrington is most certainly not a Shakespeare kinda guy. he huffs a laugh, stained sad, at the mention. )

Nah, I think I'd react about the same to Shakespeare. I had to read it for English, once, barely made any sense. ( too much verily and thine and hark! it was a jumbled read, for sure, though... if Steve is perfectly real about it, he loved the romance parts. Romeo and Juliet being starcrossed lovers, together against all odds, was the only part of the play that made any sense. )

Uh... Steve. Hi. Cora. Cool. ( god, he's STILL crying! this is truly a nightmare. he wipes his face on his arm, and laughs again, still miserable but hoping to play off the weirdness as less heavy than it feels. ) What the hell. They should at least have tissues if this weird play is gonna make everybody goddamn miserable.