Steve didn't deny it, he'd thought a few times - sometimes not, many times - about crawling back to your feet.

But, knowing the beautiful cowardly man with the desire to be strong in front of everyone that he is, he never did.

But now was a good opportunity. Steve had drunk huge bottles of alcohol.

Your number was dialing on his phone, his eyes half-open as he waited for you to answer.

"You need to fucking answer. Don't do this to me."

Steve said, drinking some from the now empty bottle in his hand.