Ever since people started going missing again, Steve saw less and less of the house. Things might have been different if he kept normal hours, but Steve didn't even need a whole lot of sleep most of the time. He only stopped by when he needed to take a shower and crash. Sometimes he'd stop for food, because even though he could deal with little to no sleep, he could only do that if he ate, so there were an unfortunate amounts of pitstops made to delis over the past few weeks. After hitting a frustrating amount of dead ends two days in a row and realizing he desperately needed sleep, Steve went home and slept for a solid two and a half hours.
If they weren't in the middle of a crisis, Steve would have tiredly thrown his phone away from him when the alarm went off. Things weren't going to change. They already had. Salem would calm down, but the lines had been drawn, and no one would forget that, and that was the first thing that Steve thought about once he silenced the alarm and was left with a quiet room. Taking a deep breath, Steve hauled himself out of bed and made his way downstairs. He wasn't going to bother with making his hair look decent. He was gonna wind up putting on the helmet in a few anyway. He did however, realize that he needed to shave when he tiredly dragged his hand over his jaw. God dammit.
Since everyone was busy coming and going, Steve wasn't surprised to find that Sam was the only one in the kitchen. He nodded a greeting.
"That looks," Steve paused, realizing he was only speaking on reflex. No, Sam's cereal didn't look good. It was that stuff that was good for you, but was practically crunchy nutritional cardboard. "Alright," he finished, giving Sam a look that sad 'sorry, I don't know, I'm just saying words' before he continued on his trajectory to the coffee maker.
He went through the motions, tapped a few buttons and once the coffee machine started whirring, Steve pulled out two mugs. He set one down by the coffee pot, and poured water into the other while he waited for the coffee to brew. With a sigh, he leaned back against the sink. He took little sips as he stared at the kitchen island. It might have looked like he was still tired and zoning out, but he was already halfway through squaring away plans in his head for the day. When he was finished, he blinked over towards Sam.