cursory glances
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There’s a camera they left on the table, already recording.
Perfect.
He grabs it and then gets a hand on the door knob.
This is stupid.
The thought is quiet. They have rules for this, rules he made up.
He just can’t remember them right now.
Then he’s stepping out into the hallway, carefully pulling the door closed behind him until it clicks shut.
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- Part 1 of cursory glances
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And does it again, no words this time, just something guttural, because he has too much feeling and not enough air. Presses it out of himself from the bottom of the stomach, pushing all of it up and out and throwing it to the night, hoping it will know what to do with all that he has inside of him.
The last of it eeks out and Steve is left breathing harshly, throat raw.
“Nice pipes.”
“Christ.” Steve swears and whirls around, fists flying up. But there’s no one with him on the street.
“Easy there, big boy. Up here.”
Steve follows the voice up to a pair of beat up boots dangingly off a fire escape and a set of pasty hands draped through the railing. One’s got a cigarette and Steve watches as the owner, cast in shadow, brings it up to take a drag, the cherry blooming in the dark.
“I’m not complaining, but,” The guy leans forward, the line of his nose catching in the street light. “You do know this is a residential area, right?”
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- Part 2 of cursory glances