12-27-2015, 11:12 PM
Steve waved goodbye. So...that happened. And now this was happening. He avoided looking at the cashier after she had to listen to that conversation. Steve got his groceries and drove down to the old apartment building. This was going to be strange, but at least it was on better terms than how Steve got into that God-awful 'test week'.
He brought in his food to the building and went straight to the old room. He didn't know if John or Murray were there at the moment, and he didn't want to find out if they were. The less they saw of each other, the better. Worse coming to worst, if they saw him and demanded he leave, then he would just leave and not cause a fuss. He had PLENTY he wanted to say to them, but he'd rather just not have it brought up at all.
He sat down on the bed, bags of food that he specifically bought for how it didn't need refrigeration around him, and just tried to gather himself. How did his life end up like this exactly? Then he noticed how his shirt was rolling up. Ah, yes. Well, sort of...Steve couldn't say how much of it was really the fault of whatever the hell this pregnancy bullshit was. Whatever; he couldn't dwell on stuff like that, not when he was trying to make up for what happened before.
Wait..was he? If he was, then he wasn't sure what he could actually do. But he remembered that he promised to spend time with Will and walked into the next room. He couldn't 'fake it until he made it', so he just wore how he felt on his face.
He brought in his food to the building and went straight to the old room. He didn't know if John or Murray were there at the moment, and he didn't want to find out if they were. The less they saw of each other, the better. Worse coming to worst, if they saw him and demanded he leave, then he would just leave and not cause a fuss. He had PLENTY he wanted to say to them, but he'd rather just not have it brought up at all.
He sat down on the bed, bags of food that he specifically bought for how it didn't need refrigeration around him, and just tried to gather himself. How did his life end up like this exactly? Then he noticed how his shirt was rolling up. Ah, yes. Well, sort of...Steve couldn't say how much of it was really the fault of whatever the hell this pregnancy bullshit was. Whatever; he couldn't dwell on stuff like that, not when he was trying to make up for what happened before.
Wait..was he? If he was, then he wasn't sure what he could actually do. But he remembered that he promised to spend time with Will and walked into the next room. He couldn't 'fake it until he made it', so he just wore how he felt on his face.