[ His eyes crack back open a bit to figure out what's going on.
Orange. Orange everywhere.
Oh.
They close again, less forcefully this time. With his remaining senses, he tries to focus on the soft down that envelops him like the bed he can't make it to, and not
SNAP.
His whole body flinches. A few deep breaths later, he sifts around for any recollection of this rubber spaghetti. The only memories that surface are of them in a dated looking kitchen with the man called Erin Soelberg hovering close behind, gently correcting their mistakes. ]
I'd always reread the box over and over and over... [ Steve goes on woozily, hooking his chin over Riley's shoulder. ] ...and over, because I was worried I'd forget something important.
[ His real dad would kill him if he came back from a conference to find out he'd made a mess of the place. ]
Every time, even though the directions never changed.
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Orange. Orange everywhere.
Oh.
They close again, less forcefully this time. With his remaining senses, he tries to focus on the soft down that envelops him like the bed he can't make it to, and not
SNAP.
His whole body flinches. A few deep breaths later, he sifts around for any recollection of this rubber spaghetti. The only memories that surface are of them in a dated looking kitchen with the man called Erin Soelberg hovering close behind, gently correcting their mistakes. ]
I'd always reread the box over and over and over... [ Steve goes on woozily, hooking his chin over Riley's shoulder. ] ...and over, because I was worried I'd forget something important.
[ His real dad would kill him if he came back from a conference to find out he'd made a mess of the place. ]
Every time, even though the directions never changed.