( He grabs a jug, setting it down on the table. But he doesn't move to drink it, just crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a wall. He's still dirty as anything, soot and grim all over him, but he doesn't take much notice of that. He's more interested in Steve at the moment. )
Lucky for us, I guess.
( And then, quieter: ) Never thought I'd be missing time, like that.
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Lucky for us, I guess.
( And then, quieter: ) Never thought I'd be missing time, like that.