"I know," he says slowly, "you don't see how I'm the black hole everything you give disappears into." The edge of the counter digs into his right hand and he finishes, "But I do."
Steve says, "I don't see it because that's not how it is for me."
Part of the podfic series for (even if i could) make a deal with god, by Feather.
Author's tags: Insomnia; Coffee Fixes Everything; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD; C-PTSD; Guilt; Touching; Mentally Ill Character; Disabled Character
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