"Better." He says it, because he means it, but it's sharp on his tongue.
The next words softer, more manageable because of it. Even when his thoughts are with Chin, and the way he'd looked when he walked back. That weary exhausted admission, that seemed more real and yet more hallow. Things happened in shoot outs, and they couldn't be absolutely sure until asked or admitted, unless it was on tape.
But Steve was pretty sure of what he saw there, more than he wants to be sure of it. More than he wants to admit that it didn't bother him the way it should. The way that he would let it whenever that conversation ever did take place. Which wasn't for that day, or yesterday, or this morning.
"She was awake for four or five minutes this morning." Steve picked up his fork, collecting another bite. More because his stomach seemed to be trying to trottle him into acknowledging the presence of food, and reminding him he'd never really even touched the Asian food Danny had piled at him yesterday, on a whole day running with little eaten in it.
"First time since he found her in their house two days ago." Since he had to choose between the two people he loved most. "She's sleeping, again, now. But the doctor's said it was a good sign for her recovery."
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Date: 2013-01-17 03:18 am (UTC)The next words softer, more manageable because of it. Even when his thoughts are with Chin, and the way he'd looked when he walked back. That weary exhausted admission, that seemed more real and yet more hallow. Things happened in shoot outs, and they couldn't be absolutely sure until asked or admitted, unless it was on tape.
But Steve was pretty sure of what he saw there, more than he wants to be sure of it. More than he wants to admit that it didn't bother him the way it should. The way that he would let it whenever that conversation ever did take place. Which wasn't for that day, or yesterday, or this morning.
"She was awake for four or five minutes this morning." Steve picked up his fork, collecting another bite. More because his stomach seemed to be trying to trottle him into acknowledging the presence of food, and reminding him he'd never really even touched the Asian food Danny had piled at him yesterday, on a whole day running with little eaten in it.
"First time since he found her in their house two days ago." Since he had to choose between the two people he loved most. "She's sleeping, again, now. But the doctor's said it was a good sign for her recovery."