[ Matt is so distraught, and the touch is so casual, that it almost doesn't register when Steve places a hand on his. The images of his fallen comrades, just a bunch of kids from the city who'd never been anywhere in their lives, flash through his mind. If he were capable of it, there would be tears soaking the bandage over his eyes.
Instinctively, he relaxes one hand, fingers stretching so that larger, warmer ones cover them. And then he realizes the significance of what's happened. ]
My God... [ His voice drops to a whisper, body frozen still. ] Please. Don't move...
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Instinctively, he relaxes one hand, fingers stretching so that larger, warmer ones cover them. And then he realizes the significance of what's happened. ]
My God... [ His voice drops to a whisper, body frozen still. ] Please. Don't move...