Steve kept his gaze trained on the other, his mind wandering back to that day when he arrived; the wide-eyed teenager who seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself. The look of curiosity and intrigue and wonder even though he was stuck in a place that could snatch it away in the blink of an eye.
None of that was there now. Not even a remote trace of it left. Or, maybe he hoped there would be so he could remember what he was like when he was pulled there; something small enough to grab on to and hold.
Steve moved to stand beside the recliner. "You won't be." he promised, already coming to the decision that he wasn't going to go into work that night.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:11 am (UTC)None of that was there now. Not even a remote trace of it left. Or, maybe he hoped there would be so he could remember what he was like when he was pulled there; something small enough to grab on to and hold.
Steve moved to stand beside the recliner. "You won't be." he promised, already coming to the decision that he wasn't going to go into work that night.