If the Lord ain't with them, at least don't let the Devil in [ for fightlikehell ]

[juststeverogers]

It's six am when Steve gets up--makes his bed and tidies up his mostly spotless apartment. Getting up early has never been a problem for Steve and even less of one when he's got things to look forward to. The tiny fake tree is still sitting up by the window, one present underneath that never got claimed.

He waits until it's a quarter till seven before he starts the coffee, and starts rummaging through his kitchen to get what he thinks they'll need.

Breakfast and faith sound like a good way to begin the day.

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[fightlikehell]

"With a title like that I'll count myself as lucky." Eye rolls don't make noise, that's just fine. It's the laughter that matters.

Hopefully his friend isn't too cold now. Matt may have to look into seeing if they have some kind of taxi like way of getting around. Or alternative ideas until Steve is in a better climate.

"Oh no no. It's just that there are so many saints in names of buildings, streets, businesses..." He hopes that it isn't too late to save the other man's perspective on the world.

[juststeverogers]

"Bucky called it that." Because of course he did. The poofy coat keeps making it's poofy noise and Steve seems to be keeping up okay, with only the barest of wheezes in his voice. He likes the exercise. The spirit is willing, but the body...well.

"Oh. Oh...UHm. Right, because that other thing would just be silly right? Haha...haaa..." He clears his throat.