[Regifortis]

Steve wanted to immediately hide the bag behind him. But Alderman already saw what it looked like, and he had no way to tell whether or not the old man noticed the boxes. Raised eyebrow? That could mean ANYTHING, police training told him as much. He had to play it cool and just...just fine SOMETHING to take out his frustration and indignity later. So Steve just made a face of confusion.

"The front door? Really?" Steve shrugged. "Huh. I'll remember that, thank you. Anyway, if you'll excuse me."

As soon as he turned away and had the bag in front of him, and as soon as he was sure Alderman couldn't see his face, Steve let his inner diatribe flow. Fucking idiot, taking out the trash this early. Oh, he thought the landlord would be all Oh, look at him, he's being so responsible, yadda yadda yadda, what a joke. It was fucking TRASH, this whole ordeal was stressing him out so much...

And now he had a very, VERY big problem to handle. Steve couldn't exactly get an abortion 'specifically for men' or any shit like that. Nor could he give himself one without probably killing himself. So...did he really, DID HE REALLY JUST HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH AGAIN?!

Unless he found a better answer...yep. He'd have to do it. He'd have to hope to God that labor didn't start while he was in his room, and then slink off somewhere even MORE quiet to push whatever impossible brat had found its way into his body this time. Christ. Steve threw the bag into the dumpster and buried it under other trash bags. He needed to go shopping tomorrow...