( it can be difficult. getting back into the swing of something close to normal. being a little less guarded, a little less aware of every shadow and dark corner. to be fair, right before his shift as a result of poking around in unlabeled narcotics was probably not the way to do it. still, even the team mom has to have down time eventually. usually, that down time is with Robin. someone else he can reach out to, trust with his guard lowered a little — it's nice. and new. a bit terrifying. usually, anyway. less so, with his mind delightfully muddled at the moment.
Eddie tries not to think, and Steve couldn't really think right now if he tried. his thoughts all seem to swim through his brain just a little too fast for him to make sense of them. he doesn't think so much as feels, which turns out just about as well. he feels warm, strangely lucid and muddled all at once. he feels comfortable, he feels safe, and he feels glad that Eddie is here. he could be alone, Steve is more or less used to handling the aftermath of all sorts of things alone.
but he's not alone. Eddie is here — and while his voice seems strangely far away, it's reassuring. comforting. Steve is pretty sure he's never heard the guy sing, until now. he wonders when he'll get a chance, after this. this can't be the first and last time, is about the last thought he has. before he's out like a light faster than he at all intended to be.
Robin is definitely gonna kill him for this. hopefully the I told Eddie Munson I wanted to kiss him in a drugged stupor panic attack he has in her direction will soften the blow. it'll be a lot to blearily unpack when he wakes up, that's for sure, but that is a problem for future Steve. present and slightly tweaked out Steve has no problem falling asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice and the pleasant warmth of his body and his company. )
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🎀 here!! what dum boys... sob
Date: 2022-11-25 04:51 am (UTC)Eddie tries not to think, and Steve couldn't really think right now if he tried. his thoughts all seem to swim through his brain just a little too fast for him to make sense of them. he doesn't think so much as feels, which turns out just about as well. he feels warm, strangely lucid and muddled all at once. he feels comfortable, he feels safe, and he feels glad that Eddie is here. he could be alone, Steve is more or less used to handling the aftermath of all sorts of things alone.
but he's not alone. Eddie is here — and while his voice seems strangely far away, it's reassuring. comforting. Steve is pretty sure he's never heard the guy sing, until now. he wonders when he'll get a chance, after this. this can't be the first and last time, is about the last thought he has. before he's out like a light faster than he at all intended to be.
Robin is definitely gonna kill him for this. hopefully the I told Eddie Munson I wanted to kiss him in a drugged stupor panic attack he has in her direction will soften the blow. it'll be a lot to blearily unpack when he wakes up, that's for sure, but that is a problem for future Steve. present and slightly tweaked out Steve has no problem falling asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice and the pleasant warmth of his body and his company. )