WHO: Steve and Eva (STEVA) WHERE: Steve's house WHEN: Thursday Morning WHAT: Eva's turn to take care of Steve RATING: TBD
It wasn't as though this was the first time Eva had stayed up all night. In fact it was something of a regular occurrence for her. But, it might have been the first time in many years that she had done so sober. That had been trial enough. If it wasn't for the fact that she had to apparate and that if she did find Steve and Michael in some horrible situation... her being higher than a kite would be of absolutely no help. Her stomach gnawed with worry though. Turning as they'd seen the mess that had been made of One Shot. It had kept right on turning when there was no sign of either man.
She couldn't- losing Steve was not an option. She couldn't even begin to fathom the thought.
When his words had appeared in her journal as she sat in a coffee shop trying to think of the next place she could look for him... relief flooded her system. Only to be followed by that slow churn of fear. Steve didn't talk like that. Steve didn't need her like she'd always needed him- Eva had never been the caregiver, not in any relationship she'd ever been in, family or friend. She wasn't sure that she could do this.
But it was Steve and it only took her moments to find a secluded alley to apparate from. She burst through the door, calling out his name. "Steve, Steve where are you? You're not bleeding or injured are you?" Her purse dropped to the floor not far past the doorway, coat following a few steps past that.