Guess I missed the debriefing, huh? [ Any humor's been drained from his voice as he calls from the kitchen area to the common room, the fridge door open and his head half stuck inside. He's been out of it for most of the day, drifting in and out of sleep. His head's still buzzing ever so slightly, like a radio on the wrong frequency. Back turned and half stuck in the fridge, he calls over without turning. ]
You want anything? [ He's grabbing a can of something soda-like. It's sugary, and it's cold, which is good enough for Steve's bruised face. ]
later...ish, still in the same place
You want anything? [ He's grabbing a can of something soda-like. It's sugary, and it's cold, which is good enough for Steve's bruised face. ]