If you're wondering I know [closed]
Steve was kind of scarce for a few days. Contrary to popular belief, this was not because he was spending a few days doing nothing but crying in his room over getting shot down by the girl he was crazy about.
He was also spending those days kicking a wall, sneaking off to the sensoriums to break things, obsessively surfing his omnicom and doing other moody teenager activities.
And he felt stupid about it the whole time. Really, he was a dead orphan with PTSD symptoms and a deadly mutagen running rampant through his body that could turn him into a berserk killing machine, on a ship full of people who'd literally had their universes destroyed and were being forced into fighting the omnicidal alien psychos who did it-- and this was what he was choosing to be miserable about? After all the other disasters that made up his life, what was one more added to the mix?
He was still pretty bitter and depressed about it when Miku asked for him. But it was time he started getting the hell over it, if you asked him. And it was the day of his weekly treatment anyway. After it was done with and his plantsuit sleeve was shoved out of the way of the bandage they put over his arm, he headed back to where Miku told him to meet her.
"Hey, Miku. Are you feeling any better?" he asked her in a voice that still sounded pretty listless, but also sounded like he was trying hard not to let it.
He was also spending those days kicking a wall, sneaking off to the sensoriums to break things, obsessively surfing his omnicom and doing other moody teenager activities.
And he felt stupid about it the whole time. Really, he was a dead orphan with PTSD symptoms and a deadly mutagen running rampant through his body that could turn him into a berserk killing machine, on a ship full of people who'd literally had their universes destroyed and were being forced into fighting the omnicidal alien psychos who did it-- and this was what he was choosing to be miserable about? After all the other disasters that made up his life, what was one more added to the mix?
He was still pretty bitter and depressed about it when Miku asked for him. But it was time he started getting the hell over it, if you asked him. And it was the day of his weekly treatment anyway. After it was done with and his plantsuit sleeve was shoved out of the way of the bandage they put over his arm, he headed back to where Miku told him to meet her.
"Hey, Miku. Are you feeling any better?" he asked her in a voice that still sounded pretty listless, but also sounded like he was trying hard not to let it.