[ by the time steve feels it - that weird, sudden presence of someone there, where they’re not supposed to be, where he doesn’t want them to be - it’s too late. steve has done a thorough enough examination of his own horizon to have known the elevator was there, to recognize what it looked like, to remember the first time he’d been locked inside, but he’d never actually gone down into it. that was something he wasn’t sure he wanted to face, like, ever. and especially not alone.
he doesn’t hear eddie calling out for him, exactly, but he does know he’s there. and that’s why - suddenly and probably not helpful to eddie’s general anxiety - appearing on the other side of the room.
for the first time in the horizon, steve sees what some messes up part of his brain has put down here. the concrete, the lighting, the chairs back to back. it curls in his stomach, remembering being drug back in here, fear and anger and a sort of defensive embarrassment roiling in his gut. it’s more than what he probably should feel, but that’s just been the way of things these last couple of days. ]
What the fuck, Munson? What are you doing here? [ it comes out sharper and louder than he means it to, which then sets off a wave of guilt, dark and heavy and familiar in his stomach.
he steps towards eddie, as if to push him back into the elevator. he doesn’t notice the blood stains on the floor next to the chairs that definitely hadn’t been there before, but what’s one more thing off about this place? ]
You need to leave. You’re not supposed to be here.
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he doesn’t hear eddie calling out for him, exactly, but he does know he’s there. and that’s why - suddenly and probably not helpful to eddie’s general anxiety - appearing on the other side of the room.
for the first time in the horizon, steve sees what some messes up part of his brain has put down here. the concrete, the lighting, the chairs back to back. it curls in his stomach, remembering being drug back in here, fear and anger and a sort of defensive embarrassment roiling in his gut. it’s more than what he probably should feel, but that’s just been the way of things these last couple of days. ]
What the fuck, Munson? What are you doing here? [ it comes out sharper and louder than he means it to, which then sets off a wave of guilt, dark and heavy and familiar in his stomach.
he steps towards eddie, as if to push him back into the elevator. he doesn’t notice the blood stains on the floor next to the chairs that definitely hadn’t been there before, but what’s one more thing off about this place? ]
You need to leave. You’re not supposed to be here.