Snoozing lightly as the world dissolves from people talking to the hiss of a shower behind a wall, it's the peace and quiet that finally causes him to stir. It's dark and silent, save for the sound of vehicles on the road below his hotel room, and he's more than a little disorientated when he wakes; he slithers his way out of the embrace of a sleeping Eddie and sways on the spot, down a coat and sweatshirt but still somehow half-dressed.
His head throbs with the pure act of thinking. Urghhh.
Glancing back at Eddie in his bed, he smiles and feels mildly reassured that he didn't screw up everything about the night before even if Billy is missing. That's a little concerning. Instead of just standing beside his bed as gravity rights itself, Steve heads into the bathroom for a sobering shower, still a little fuzzy at the edges in a warm way but able to think more clearly. His chest kind of aches like he was pressed against something ... did he get carried last night? A few hours ago? What the hell is time?
Pulling on some soft slacks, he crawls back into bed and takes up a position behind Eddie to invert the one he woke up in, nosing the back of his neck and slotting their legs together with a mindfulness for the prosthetic. And if he drops a tired, emotionally wrung-out kiss to Eddie's shoulder, maybe no one needs to know about that. ]
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Snoozing lightly as the world dissolves from people talking to the hiss of a shower behind a wall, it's the peace and quiet that finally causes him to stir. It's dark and silent, save for the sound of vehicles on the road below his hotel room, and he's more than a little disorientated when he wakes; he slithers his way out of the embrace of a sleeping Eddie and sways on the spot, down a coat and sweatshirt but still somehow half-dressed.
His head throbs with the pure act of thinking. Urghhh.
Glancing back at Eddie in his bed, he smiles and feels mildly reassured that he didn't screw up everything about the night before even if Billy is missing. That's a little concerning. Instead of just standing beside his bed as gravity rights itself, Steve heads into the bathroom for a sobering shower, still a little fuzzy at the edges in a warm way but able to think more clearly. His chest kind of aches like he was pressed against something ... did he get carried last night? A few hours ago? What the hell is time?
Pulling on some soft slacks, he crawls back into bed and takes up a position behind Eddie to invert the one he woke up in, nosing the back of his neck and slotting their legs together with a mindfulness for the prosthetic. And if he drops a tired, emotionally wrung-out kiss to Eddie's shoulder, maybe no one needs to know about that. ]