Who: Doc and Steve What: Meeting the Roommate When: Tuesday Night Where: Steve/Doc's room Warnings: TBD; probably language or drinking Status: In Progress
Steve made his way back to his room almost wearily. It had been an interesting but not altogether terrible day, considering everything he'd been dealing with regarding the week before. His friends seemed to be alright, he was alive, and apologies had been made and new friendships formed.
It had all been exhausting, though, so it took till he was almost at his door when the soldier remembered the series of oddly formal and simultaneously informal letters he'd received from... his roommate.
He blinked, then checked the doorknob, but seeing no tie there presumed it was alright to enter. He still knocked before swiping his PDA, however, just in case Doc hadn't been expecting anybody.
Letting himself in Steve paused halfway through the doorway, looking around instinctively, then stepped in fully and closed the doorway behind him. Almost at once he'd pulled his jacket and hat off.
"Hello? Doc?" he called, leaning down to untie his shoes. These clothes were quite constricting, after all. He preferred the looser attire that made up more modern fashions.