[It's not a gentle sentiment, but Steve comes into the room anyway. The cold bites, but its teeth have been blunted on skin that's weathered worse. Steve slings the bag from his shoulder and sets out two small bottles of Coke beside each place. The flap is pulled back over the pack, he sets it on the floor beside the table. He doesn't bother to mention that he brought blankets and what clothing could be spared. Jim knows him, and Steve had said he'd do his best.
He stands - briefly awkward - before he takes one of the chairs. His mouth twists wryly at the fact that Jim'd left him the seat with its back to the wall.]
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[It's not a gentle sentiment, but Steve comes into the room anyway. The cold bites, but its teeth have been blunted on skin that's weathered worse. Steve slings the bag from his shoulder and sets out two small bottles of Coke beside each place. The flap is pulled back over the pack, he sets it on the floor beside the table. He doesn't bother to mention that he brought blankets and what clothing could be spared. Jim knows him, and Steve had said he'd do his best.
He stands - briefly awkward - before he takes one of the chairs. His mouth twists wryly at the fact that Jim'd left him the seat with its back to the wall.]