Steve frowned. Half-maimed, a nightmare plagued shell of the man he used to be? And the world had moved on without him. Where did he even begin to fit back into that?
"Yeah..." he said, quietly, hesitatingly. No point in telling her that he hadn't had a night without them yet.
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