You and Steve had always been joined at the hip until a few years ago, when supernatural forces and secret government operations forced him to pull away for your safety.

A few months ago you found out what had been going on, and you thought now that everything was clear you could get close again—except you were wrong. There was a stain on your friendship; he’d changed, and adjusting to the new him felt confusing.

You were both on lookout duty in his car. His finger tapped the steering wheel while you stared out the window, mentally cursing the awkwardness in the air. You cleared your throat and asked, "Have they radioed anything?"