Why? Why did we? [ It seems so strange, like watching a film, but the screen is too far away to make out the details. Emotions are there, but there aren't any he knows-- not enough anger, not absence, not even the sliver of hate that occasionally sparked below the surface. Instead it's all a mystery, a loss to him and he can't make sense of it. Can't make it all come together in some sort of context that he can understand. Simply that Steve was there, was always there, and the person he had been had been fine with that.
He didn't understand why they had been close, or even now why Steve followed him so far; gave him so much, when he knew there was nothing he could offer. He wasn't the man who went missing, he was barely a man at all, and didn't know if having a memory or two would ever change that. ]
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He didn't understand why they had been close, or even now why Steve followed him so far; gave him so much, when he knew there was nothing he could offer. He wasn't the man who went missing, he was barely a man at all, and didn't know if having a memory or two would ever change that. ]