Sweetpea puts his hands to Steve’s cheeks, sweeps his thumbs delicately over the place where his eyes were. “Blue.”
“Yeah,” Steve says. “Yeah, Sweetpea. They were blue.”
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Steve extricates himself, and presses a little kiss to Sweetpea’s cheek. “You’re gonna be ok,” he says. “I promise. I swear you will.”
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