Re: [Above the train station: Steph, Cat, Eddie, Reece]
[Well. Okay. Cat went down to her knees, taking Reece's towel with her, and he tried to catch her. It was reflexive reaction, nothing heroic. But, he didn't manage it anyway. She was down. And she was punching the floor like it had personally insulted her, then spat in her face. Her eyes were closed, he thought. Then, as Reece craned, trying to get to one knee, she stood up.
He leaned back to avoid the whip of her standing. And Stephanie was there, at his side, then, bam!—on her ass on the floor. Reece offered her a hand as she asked Cat what she saw and as Eddie told her slow down. He didn't interrupt. Cat was scribbling something down and he figured it was important, that Cat had it handled. He just fetched his towel from the floor and returned it to his perch over his shoulders.] Do you want a drink? [He asked Stephanie, since she was closest. One glance of mismatched eyes to Cat.
He walked over to her as she scribbled furiously on her pad of paper. He put his hand (the real one) on her shoulder, gently, carefully, so she didn't, you know, scream or vomit on him. He didn't say anything, because, again, he didn't want to like, interrupt. But, he stood there, hand on her shoulder, watching words scrape into existence in ink. He thought about making a soap joke, but, for once, he didn't.]