[ in the hours that follow, steve doesn't feel much of anything at all. it feels a bit like a haze, and a bit like an automatic reactions - a machine, that slips in when everything else blacks out. he remembers it happening, remembers nero's face, remembers forest and the trees and that fucking shrine off to the side. he remembers wanda - he'd called for her, didn't he? - showing up and he remembers somehow getting home and he remembers eddie, god. god. he's going to have to apologize to eddie, about this, about all of it-
but steve doesn't know what happens in the between. doesn't know just how much time has passed or what he's done or even when he saw the message. was it a moment ago? was it hours? he's not covered in blood anymore, even if he can still smell it everywhere, can barely breathe because it's the only thing he can smell, his nostrils thick and coated and-
geralt. geralt messaged him. asked where he was. the physical answer is curled up in a corner of his and eddie's apartment, his face tucked into his knees and some kind of bag of spices tucked against his chest. eddie is...gone. elsewhere. either getting food that steve won't eat or telling the family whose farm they live on what happened or...who knows. but geralt asked and some weird, fragile part of steve doesn't want to answer because he doesn't want to say it but-
fuck. god. he doesn't want to talk to people. doesn't want to say it. but it's also geralt and maybe it's...hopeful, of him, but something tells him geralt already knows. ]
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but steve doesn't know what happens in the between. doesn't know just how much time has passed or what he's done or even when he saw the message. was it a moment ago? was it hours? he's not covered in blood anymore, even if he can still smell it everywhere, can barely breathe because it's the only thing he can smell, his nostrils thick and coated and-
geralt. geralt messaged him. asked where he was. the physical answer is curled up in a corner of his and eddie's apartment, his face tucked into his knees and some kind of bag of spices tucked against his chest. eddie is...gone. elsewhere. either getting food that steve won't eat or telling the family whose farm they live on what happened or...who knows. but geralt asked and some weird, fragile part of steve doesn't want to answer because he doesn't want to say it but-
fuck. god. he doesn't want to talk to people. doesn't want to say it. but it's also geralt and maybe it's...hopeful, of him, but something tells him geralt already knows. ]
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