[ Steve hasn't been counting the days since he came to Eudio, but he's tempted in some morbid, masochistic way to tally them now. How many nights has he crawled out of bed for a run, pushing himself to exhaustion so he won't have to see Peggy's coffin when he closes his eyes? And all along she was right here, out of sight but just a text message away.
Now that he knows, it takes more self-control than he ever knew he had to keep from rushing out to find her, wherever she is. ]
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Now that he knows, it takes more self-control than he ever knew he had to keep from rushing out to find her, wherever she is. ]
Can we meet?