What're you — [He watches the light float off with a jump in his chest. It's the only reason he made it back to the group at all, but he supposes if the guy knows what he's doing it should be all right. He wouldn't purposefully strand them both now, not unless he was a real dunce.] Well, all right.
[Richie does as he's asked while they walk, looking mighty stupid, yet his mind's distracted again by the nagging familiarity. The way this guy talks: the inflection's right one minute, then wrong the next. Richie's frowning under his muff and squinting harder. There's more of a colloquial jaunt to the speech, the casual slur of consonants that the modern man favored, yet at other times he's hitting all of Steve's same notes.
When he turns to get a better look and the scant feet between them clear of falling snow, he catches those eyes. The bushels above them passing as eyebrows, bristling out under the hood of his parka.
With his good hand Richie grips his shoulder, urgent and appalled.]
Steve? You fucker! You're awake?! Are you pretending you don't know me?
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[Richie does as he's asked while they walk, looking mighty stupid, yet his mind's distracted again by the nagging familiarity. The way this guy talks: the inflection's right one minute, then wrong the next. Richie's frowning under his muff and squinting harder. There's more of a colloquial jaunt to the speech, the casual slur of consonants that the modern man favored, yet at other times he's hitting all of Steve's same notes.
When he turns to get a better look and the scant feet between them clear of falling snow, he catches those eyes. The bushels above them passing as eyebrows, bristling out under the hood of his parka.
With his good hand Richie grips his shoulder, urgent and appalled.]
Steve? You fucker! You're awake?! Are you pretending you don't know me?