Steve stares for a good 45 seconds longer before the soft third of Billy’s forehead against his window tells him that this is, indeed, very real and he get a out of bed with all the grace of a baby giraffe trying to stand for the first time, long limbs tangling in the blankets and falling face first onto the floor.
Thank god his nose had healed. He didn’t need that on top of everything else going on right now.
It’s a miracle that he’s able to get untangled and back on his feet without anymore incident and he yanks the window open so quickly he has to reach out to catch Billy’s sleeve, preventing him from falling back. Or face first into Steve’s shirtless chest.
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Date: 2019-07-12 01:05 am (UTC)Thank god his nose had healed. He didn’t need that on top of everything else going on right now.
It’s a miracle that he’s able to get untangled and back on his feet without anymore incident and he yanks the window open so quickly he has to reach out to catch Billy’s sleeve, preventing him from falling back. Or face first into Steve’s shirtless chest.
“What the fuck, Hargrove?! You were dead!”