[It's not that different than how it was before, not really. Even back in Napoli, every morning for weeks he'd wake up and not realize for moments or minutes that things had broken down. That people were dead. It isn't better here. It doesn't hurt any less. He doesn't have fewer nightmares. In fact, he has more. Bruno with his chest cavity scraped clean and his muscles atrophied. Steve with poles through his torso, one after another after another, staring out from blank eyes. At him. They always stare at him.]
[He's trying to sleep, even so. He can feel Fugo's eyes on the back of his neck whenever he puts it off. But even when the nightmares don't get him, he stays up staring into nothing, just thinking. How he did something wrong and still, no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't connect the final threads.]
[Part of him thinks to ignore it. That she'll bring it up if she wants to, and if not they'll get over it. But instinct tells him that for Trish, for the both of them, that's not how this will go down. And what if something happens to one of them tomorrow?]
[It's not a problem he can solve on his own. That's what has him knocking on her door late in the evening one night, a soft sound that's a lot more tentative than he intends it to be.]
action, 8/14
[It's not that different than how it was before, not really. Even back in Napoli, every morning for weeks he'd wake up and not realize for moments or minutes that things had broken down. That people were dead. It isn't better here. It doesn't hurt any less. He doesn't have fewer nightmares. In fact, he has more. Bruno with his chest cavity scraped clean and his muscles atrophied. Steve with poles through his torso, one after another after another, staring out from blank eyes. At him. They always stare at him.]
[He's trying to sleep, even so. He can feel Fugo's eyes on the back of his neck whenever he puts it off. But even when the nightmares don't get him, he stays up staring into nothing, just thinking. How he did something wrong and still, no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't connect the final threads.]
[Part of him thinks to ignore it. That she'll bring it up if she wants to, and if not they'll get over it. But instinct tells him that for Trish, for the both of them, that's not how this will go down. And what if something happens to one of them tomorrow?]
[It's not a problem he can solve on his own. That's what has him knocking on her door late in the evening one night, a soft sound that's a lot more tentative than he intends it to be.]
. . . It's me. Do you have a moment?