The room is nice. Steve smiles as he walks into it and for a second he's back in that Munson trailer, smiling with Wayne over memories and pieces of Eddie's life. Except this time the man himself is here, moving around and alive. It makes it all so much better, honestly. Steve kind of never wants to leave.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it to the ground, careful of the box. In the week since their battle, his wounds have mostly healed. Some still look a little angry around the edges, but the scabs and stitches are pretty much gone leaving just the scars behind. Not pretty but better than dead. He carefully starts toweling himself dry, even his poor, un-styled hair.

"You whittle yourself some dice or whatever yet?"