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cold_shoulder) wrote2012-03-03 12:07 am
cold_shoulder) wrote2012-03-03 12:07 am
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He was standing on the roof of the building.
He knew he should go downstairs and knock on Steve's door, the way a civilized person would. The way he should have a long time ago, when he first remembered. But he couldn't. Facing Steve with what he had done, in a place where they could actually talk? Knowing the look of disappointment that would inevitably cross the familiar blue eyes?
It wasn't any easier knowing that he wasn't Steve's partner, after all, not really. Nothing was easier.
But running hadn't really changed anything, had it?
He looked out over the street once more. In a moment, he'd go down.
In a moment.
He knew he should go downstairs and knock on Steve's door, the way a civilized person would. The way he should have a long time ago, when he first remembered. But he couldn't. Facing Steve with what he had done, in a place where they could actually talk? Knowing the look of disappointment that would inevitably cross the familiar blue eyes?
It wasn't any easier knowing that he wasn't Steve's partner, after all, not really. Nothing was easier.
But running hadn't really changed anything, had it?
He looked out over the street once more. In a moment, he'd go down.
In a moment.