[ Even if he hadn't had that unexpected chat with Cathaway, Sam would've reached out to Steve after the way the debriefing had gone - it was tense as hell, and there were ideas tossed around that Sam himself doesn't like, and that he knows got Steve more than unhappy.
But now there's even more of a reason, and his mind brushes over Steve's as he widens their connection.
[ His mind is reached deep within the Station, that place he showed Sam some time after they returned from Concordia, a mirror image of the Nesting Deck. It's a quiet place. He's alert to the touch, his thoughts taste like a receding storm.
Hey. He doesn't know what to say. He's angry at everything and nothing, like a hormonal teenager, and on top of that there's a hole in his chest that only seems capable of holding regret. ]
[ It's hard to resist the urge to reach out more, to curl his mind around Steve's and try to remind him that he's not alone, to open his own and take on some of that anger, try to lessen some of his regret. He manages to hold himself back, but only just.
Can I join you? It's more an impression than an actual question, it's just - he'd rather be with him physically, instead of just the mental link. ]
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But now there's even more of a reason, and his mind brushes over Steve's as he widens their connection.
Hey, man. ]
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Hey. He doesn't know what to say. He's angry at everything and nothing, like a hormonal teenager, and on top of that there's a hole in his chest that only seems capable of holding regret. ]
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Can I join you? It's more an impression than an actual question, it's just - he'd rather be with him physically, instead of just the mental link. ]