It's fine. Steve's mind is fully anchored in the present, none of his blood is on the floor, and he's scaring himself off.
Except the part where he doesn't move, just takes a second, closes his eyes briefly in response to the hand sliding down his back and then a deep breath.
Then goes back to what he was doing. Which is... stitching a man up, who is probably bleeding to death on his way to a temporary death that will leave Steve alone in hell.
He's not much of a runner.
...He wants to arch back or lean in. At least someone here is half dead. Horrible safety net, but it does at least exist. Covered in blood should be enough, though. Sense should be enough.
"You aren't trying to tell me you have a functional standard of kind."
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Except the part where he doesn't move, just takes a second, closes his eyes briefly in response to the hand sliding down his back and then a deep breath.
Then goes back to what he was doing. Which is... stitching a man up, who is probably bleeding to death on his way to a temporary death that will leave Steve alone in hell.
He's not much of a runner.
...He wants to arch back or lean in. At least someone here is half dead. Horrible safety net, but it does at least exist. Covered in blood should be enough, though. Sense should be enough.
"You aren't trying to tell me you have a functional standard of kind."