"I did," he says, and now his own memory is pinging, between being called Steven Grant and recalling the wording of the request and -
Well. Yeah, he maybe should've known better, but it's not like he'd ever expected to run into faeries in real life.
He groans, quietly, at the nickname and at the situation - at everything, really. "My ma is rolling over in her grave."
And Winter is calling him Stevie, and somehow that's the worst but also kind of the best and his face is doing something complicated to mirror the complicated thing going on right now in his chest. He's kind of terrified and ashamed and even the tiniest bit relieved that not everything is gone, all at once, and he isn't sure what to say, just yet.
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Well. Yeah, he maybe should've known better, but it's not like he'd ever expected to run into faeries in real life.
He groans, quietly, at the nickname and at the situation - at everything, really. "My ma is rolling over in her grave."
And Winter is calling him Stevie, and somehow that's the worst but also kind of the best and his face is doing something complicated to mirror the complicated thing going on right now in his chest. He's kind of terrified and ashamed and even the tiniest bit relieved that not everything is gone, all at once, and he isn't sure what to say, just yet.