[ Laid on his back, Steve blinks up at Billy tenderly dabbing his brow and, wow, nose too, so thorough. Oh wait, yeah, blood. Huh. He folds his hands on his middle because it feels polite to do so and it's an active fight not to smile which he half-loses, lips twitching as he glances between them like a spectator at a basketball match.
He definitely overdid it today but that's not important, he's thinking of the window. Eddie having a panic attack ...
Steve's smile fades into a thoughtful frown. ]
Why did the bats come here? Here as in this room, specifically?
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[ Laid on his back, Steve blinks up at Billy tenderly dabbing his brow and, wow, nose too, so thorough. Oh wait, yeah, blood. Huh. He folds his hands on his middle because it feels polite to do so and it's an active fight not to smile which he half-loses, lips twitching as he glances between them like a spectator at a basketball match.
He definitely overdid it today but that's not important, he's thinking of the window. Eddie having a panic attack ...
Steve's smile fades into a thoughtful frown. ]
Why did the bats come here? Here as in this room, specifically?