[He just gave a faint nod. Maybe some of the people he'd hurt knew he didn't mean it. Hopefully. Steve always felt he'd owe more apologies. Always. He sighed softly and reluctantly let Shion go.]
[Steve moved to the table and sat down, watching Shion with a faint smile. It bothered him that the boy still blamed himself, but he could absolutely understand the impulse. He lived it every day. Still, maybe Shion would forgive himself one day, and until that happened, Steve would be there to keep confirming how much the kid meant to him.]
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Yeah, I'd like some coffee, thanks. Smells good.
wrap?
Coffee might be a small way to make things up to Steve, but it was a start.]
yup!