[Regifortis]

Steve had his things packed, and then he remembered the bowl of potato salad still in the fridge. Will could just take it out and use it however he wished. Tonight just wasn't his night, was it? Nope. At least he could leave the cock-whipping twins behind. If Will was right about them being worth getting to know, then that'd be one hell of an explanation to make up for that. Steve sure as hell couldn't think of one. And he didn't have to, anymore. He took his things and went out to his car.

So this was what he was afraid of...Steve laid down in the backseat of his car. Maybe being homeless was a good thing. No one messed with bums, so they wouldn't get nosy about the size of his stomach in later months. Maybe it would be fine. He tried to get as comfortable as he could, and went to sleep.

The next day, he had to think about how to live, now that he lived out of his car for a while. He could try to find another apartment, but the time he lost from paperwork and a lost security deposit on top of that really restricted his options. Not to mention he had to focus more on getting enough food. He decided to keep things simple and go with that. Just a guy going to get food at the grocery store: nothing weird about that.

...Steve started to wonder if he let this whole thing get into his head more than it should have. Pregnant men just didn't happen, so probably no one would ask. Except for that one night...that had to be why he was so paranoid. A whole station of cops who don't give a shit about him, possibly knowing about what happened; of course he wanted to hide away. But did he take it too far? He wasn't sure anymore...