[ at first his eyes are on her, watching the stress drop out of her, falling lip at her side just like the bat. then his eyes are on the floor in front of him, a bit wide, thinking about if things could have come to that, if that was their last option, if...
there is a physical lurching at the idea, shaking it out before it even solidifies. he looks up at what feels like the same time she looks to him, seeing the tears and the same ugly, awful feeling, and steve is standing and stepping towards her. ]
They wouldn't. [ as if she needs the affirmation.
he feels awkward, realizing now that his standing had been in an effort to move to her, to comfort her. now that he's standing, he doesn't know what to do about it, his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides. after a brief, awkward second, steve lifts one of his hands to comb his fingers through his hair. ] Well. Not that he'd come to me, but I'll tell him the same. That he's fine. He'd believe you over me, anyway, but. [ another pause, and then steve lets out a breath. ]
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there is a physical lurching at the idea, shaking it out before it even solidifies. he looks up at what feels like the same time she looks to him, seeing the tears and the same ugly, awful feeling, and steve is standing and stepping towards her. ]
They wouldn't. [ as if she needs the affirmation.
he feels awkward, realizing now that his standing had been in an effort to move to her, to comfort her. now that he's standing, he doesn't know what to do about it, his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides. after a brief, awkward second, steve lifts one of his hands to comb his fingers through his hair. ] Well. Not that he'd come to me, but I'll tell him the same. That he's fine. He'd believe you over me, anyway, but. [ another pause, and then steve lets out a breath. ]
Shit Nance, what do we even do with this?