[ It’s sort of amazing how that fight and the way Eddie had come to the door with the stubborn intention of continuing it—it does’t really matter anymore. It all just sort of crumbles away, leaving the two of them standing there in the doorway. As quiet as it all is, it’s nothing like all those awkward, strained stretches of silence from the last few days, and Eddie stands there, acts as an anchor, holds him close and lets him clutch as tightly as he needs to.
This ordinarily might be a little too close. It might feel like an overstepped boundary, but Eddie knows how important Nero was to Steve, knows how close they were. This isn’t going to be easy, and it’s going to be a long time before this wound even begins to heal. All Eddie can really do is be there for him, and this is the only way he knows how to show it.
He just wishes he’d stop apologizing. Every time Steve says sorry, something in his chest tightens, and he wants nothing more than to tell him that you’re allowed to cry, dude. But he gets it, so he just shakes his head and mumbles, don’t worry about it as Steve steps away.
He gives Steve a few moment of space, makes sure he makes it through the door to their room, and then…he’s not sure what to do. He waits it out, pacing the hallway outside the door and wringing his hands, and then he takes another leaf from Wayne’s book. He leans against the door and calls in to him: ]
Hey. You, uh…think you could stomach some food too, or…?
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This ordinarily might be a little too close. It might feel like an overstepped boundary, but Eddie knows how important Nero was to Steve, knows how close they were. This isn’t going to be easy, and it’s going to be a long time before this wound even begins to heal. All Eddie can really do is be there for him, and this is the only way he knows how to show it.
He just wishes he’d stop apologizing. Every time Steve says sorry, something in his chest tightens, and he wants nothing more than to tell him that you’re allowed to cry, dude. But he gets it, so he just shakes his head and mumbles, don’t worry about it as Steve steps away.
He gives Steve a few moment of space, makes sure he makes it through the door to their room, and then…he’s not sure what to do. He waits it out, pacing the hallway outside the door and wringing his hands, and then he takes another leaf from Wayne’s book. He leans against the door and calls in to him: ]
Hey. You, uh…think you could stomach some food too, or…?
[ It’s been hours, after all. ]