OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

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[golden_lyre]

"Is this about the fog? And the thing last night?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods.

"I'm not afraid of guns. I'm not afraid of bombs. I'm not afraid of jumping out of airplanes or leaping over ravines. I can fight anything, me and my shield.

"But how do you fight something that just ... makes you feels afraid?"

[golden_lyre]

"You choose not to be afraid," Orpheus says, though he has no better advice to give than that, so he just squeezes Steve closer to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses himself close to Orpheus.

"I think I'd like to get some more sleep."

[golden_lyre]

"All right," Orpheus says. "Do you want me to stay, or can I get you some breakfast for when you wake up?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks up with a touched smile. "Yes to breakfast, please."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and kisses his forehead. "I'll stay until you fall asleep again."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you." He closes his eyes and lays his head on Orpheus's chest.

He actually falls asleep this time.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus stays until he's sure Steve is asleep and then gets up to dress and go down to the bar for something for breakfast.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: And wrap?]

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Looks good to me. Poor Steve. :(]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: It's going to get worse before it gets better. *cuddles him*]