[ It's rare for either of them to let any fear show, whether through a flash in their eyes or by clawing its way up their throats. Steve can hear it loud in clear in Sam's voice, though, and he knows that it echoed his own.
The memory comes crashing back into him before he can fully understand the context, but it drives him forward, across the room where he snatches Sam's hand out of the air and holds it tight. He stares down at it, looking for any sign of gray of black dust. Even without it there, the reality is still the same: it looks like Sam is threatening to blink out of existence. ]
I see it.
[ He hates to think of how it must feel, to become indistinct, to lose one's sense of place in the world. Steve doesn't want to make things worse by asking too many questions when Sam is just as confused as he is. His shoulders slump as he moves to sit on the couch at Sam's side, still gripping his hand as if his touch will be enough to keep it solid and extant.
Even though he can feel that warmth periodically disappear under his grip.
He stares Sam in the face, swallowing hard as he braces for when more of him starts to flicker out of his sight. His eyes, his mouth, his everything. ]
Whatever this is, Sam, we have to nip it in the bud. Now.
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The memory comes crashing back into him before he can fully understand the context, but it drives him forward, across the room where he snatches Sam's hand out of the air and holds it tight. He stares down at it, looking for any sign of gray of black dust. Even without it there, the reality is still the same: it looks like Sam is threatening to blink out of existence. ]
I see it.
[ He hates to think of how it must feel, to become indistinct, to lose one's sense of place in the world. Steve doesn't want to make things worse by asking too many questions when Sam is just as confused as he is. His shoulders slump as he moves to sit on the couch at Sam's side, still gripping his hand as if his touch will be enough to keep it solid and extant.
Even though he can feel that warmth periodically disappear under his grip.
He stares Sam in the face, swallowing hard as he braces for when more of him starts to flicker out of his sight. His eyes, his mouth, his everything. ]
Whatever this is, Sam, we have to nip it in the bud. Now.