[His room smells like his old apartment back in Brooklyn; musty, a little damp. It's about as bright too, and probably not much bigger. But at least it was home. This...Steve isn't sure what this is, but he's going to find out.
Steve hears her voice calling out when he steps into the hallway, the sound of it soft now and barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain. He starts to follow it, the ringing of the bell helping him pinpoint exactly where she is.]
Hey.
[He keeps his distance when he comes into view, keeps his hands visible while he looks down at hers.]
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Steve hears her voice calling out when he steps into the hallway, the sound of it soft now and barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain. He starts to follow it, the ringing of the bell helping him pinpoint exactly where she is.]
Hey.
[He keeps his distance when he comes into view, keeps his hands visible while he looks down at hers.]
Are you okay?