[ there aren't any lingering clues to what happened - in part because as time has gone on, steve's body has adapted, healing much more quickly, more so than any human should. but none of them are really human, are they? even if they'd started off that way. still, steve lets him look, lets his own eyes remain on the fire as some kind of complicated silence settles in the space, the air.
geralt doesn't reach for the food, not that steve expected him to. steve himself isn't all that hungry, doesn't really get hungry either, but the routine of it matters more to him than the food itself. having something to do with his hands, to fill his time with. part of him wish he had some of it now, that it wasn't over in his pack, just out of reach.
he doesn't know why, but he feels...guilty. at fault. what happened back at geralt's cabin in the mountains had been steve's fault, no matter how much dean had tried to convince him otherwise. he shouldn't have grabbed him, shouldn't have pushed, shouldn't have done...any of it.
but with geralt here, with this heavy silence, steve has a feeling that geralt doesn't agree with that idea and somehow that's much worse. and the apology, the question geralt asks, steve knows it's not his intention but it somehow makes steve feel that much smaller. he shakes his head. ] 'm fine. [ a beat, and then steve finally looks over to where the other man sits. ]
And I'm sorry for- [ grabbing you, instigating it, holding on to something that doesn't matter.
there is a right answer he should give here, the right words for this, but steve doesn't have them. instead, he lets out a breath, deflating a bit with it. ] All of it.
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geralt doesn't reach for the food, not that steve expected him to. steve himself isn't all that hungry, doesn't really get hungry either, but the routine of it matters more to him than the food itself. having something to do with his hands, to fill his time with. part of him wish he had some of it now, that it wasn't over in his pack, just out of reach.
he doesn't know why, but he feels...guilty. at fault. what happened back at geralt's cabin in the mountains had been steve's fault, no matter how much dean had tried to convince him otherwise. he shouldn't have grabbed him, shouldn't have pushed, shouldn't have done...any of it.
but with geralt here, with this heavy silence, steve has a feeling that geralt doesn't agree with that idea and somehow that's much worse. and the apology, the question geralt asks, steve knows it's not his intention but it somehow makes steve feel that much smaller. he shakes his head. ] 'm fine. [ a beat, and then steve finally looks over to where the other man sits. ]
And I'm sorry for- [ grabbing you, instigating it, holding on to something that doesn't matter.
there is a right answer he should give here, the right words for this, but steve doesn't have them. instead, he lets out a breath, deflating a bit with it. ] All of it.