[ Jim meets it, unflinching. There's a Hell here for all of them of different designs, the emptiness that exists in all of them, and some part of him wonders how he ever could've thought Steve didn't need him. Steve who not minutes ago held Jim like he was desperate not to let go, or thought he might wake up. ]
[ He hopes the man next to him who's quietly eating his dinner has come to the same conclusion: you were missed. He half-turns, to look at Winter. Redirecting, for now. ]
You're gonna love 'em. [ a beat ] Maybe not the jogging. I hate jogging.
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[ He hopes the man next to him who's quietly eating his dinner has come to the same conclusion: you were missed. He half-turns, to look at Winter. Redirecting, for now. ]
You're gonna love 'em. [ a beat ] Maybe not the jogging. I hate jogging.