[he murmurs a quiet got it and gets to work looking. grabs two bottles, then something that looks vaguely towel like and runs it under the bathroom faucet. when he returns, he's got a bottle tucked under his arm, and the other dangling precariously through two fingers while he folds the towel-liked-thing into something flat and easy to place on Steve's head.
the bottles he places next to Eddie, then he crouches down, lifts the cloth to Steve's face and gently dabs his nose, rolling his eyes. ] Why am I the only one in this room not having some kinda crisis? You realise how this looks?
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the bottles he places next to Eddie, then he crouches down, lifts the cloth to Steve's face and gently dabs his nose, rolling his eyes. ] Why am I the only one in this room not having some kinda crisis? You realise how this looks?