12-28-2015, 05:33 AM
"Well, I can't exactly go to a doctor's office to check, now can I?" But Steve was concerned rather than annoyed. Looking over the large and round and heavy weight pulling him down to Earth, he couldn't say if he was having twins or...God forbid, even more than that. His eyes were drawn to the basket, and he seemed to forget his train of thought. It turned out pickles didn't make him nauseated this time around, and not a day went by that he didn't indulge in the baffling combination of mayo with pickles. All thanks to Will generously making sure his salary didn't keep him from being able to eat. "But whatever's in here, they're sure as hell well-fed!"
As for his salary...he was worried that he would have to quit being a detective, soon. Not much chasing or shoot-outs were demanded of a crime solver, but it was still a lot of footwork. And he got tired more easily...He hoped he could hold out for a few more months and not have to beg Will to overlook him not being able to pay rent.
He also noticed that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of John or Murray. He wondered about that, but not enough to actually do anything about it. The less he saw of those two, the better.
As for his salary...he was worried that he would have to quit being a detective, soon. Not much chasing or shoot-outs were demanded of a crime solver, but it was still a lot of footwork. And he got tired more easily...He hoped he could hold out for a few more months and not have to beg Will to overlook him not being able to pay rent.
He also noticed that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of John or Murray. He wondered about that, but not enough to actually do anything about it. The less he saw of those two, the better.