Steve nodded slowly. “Uh… yeah… yeah a shower would be good,” he answered softly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Shower and then I’ll see the pack and talk to them, let them know what’s happened and such.” He pushed to his feet and slowly headed for the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower.
Peter watched Steve go, going to get his mate some fresh clothes and setting them on the counter. He paused briefly, reaching out to brush his hand against Steve’s. “I’m here, Steve. I’m not going anywhere.” He could tell Steve was hurting and he didn’t know how to help. “We’ll get through this together, alright?”
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