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Oct. 18th, 2012 12:45 amThere are times on the station when it's impossible to know where Steve could be. They're the times he just walks around, making the rounds on the common areas and sometimes stopping by to see someone specific, to check in with or check up on them, sometimes - often, if not always - both. Who he is might not mean anything to most people on board, it doesn't mean that he feels any less responsible for everybody's safety and well-being. As much as safety and well-being are possible to achieve in this place.
And then there are times when it's all too easy to find him. Early each morning, he jogs through the station. Then he stops by the kitchen to have breakfast. Most of the time, nobody shows up, but he likes to have his breakfast somewhere people could show up rather than in his room. Even his Manhattan apartment was bigger than his quarters here.
After breakfast, he stops by his quarters to pick up his shield, then heads over to one of the sparring rooms. He doesn't practice throwing it around anymore; he tried that once, and there is still a dent in the station wall. But he does practice everything else with it, every day, because it is heavy, now, in an uncomfortable way, and he needs to be comfortable with it again.
Maybe if he'd been more comfortable with it, he would have fought better down on the spaceship, things would have turned out differently, and Amy and Shepard wouldn't have died.
So right at that moment, he's holding his shield with one arm, and going at a punching bag with the other. It's clearly not anywhere near the beginning of his work-out, since sweat has drawn a wet pattern on the back of his t-shirt, and he can feel the strain in his shield-bearing arm.
And then there are times when it's all too easy to find him. Early each morning, he jogs through the station. Then he stops by the kitchen to have breakfast. Most of the time, nobody shows up, but he likes to have his breakfast somewhere people could show up rather than in his room. Even his Manhattan apartment was bigger than his quarters here.
After breakfast, he stops by his quarters to pick up his shield, then heads over to one of the sparring rooms. He doesn't practice throwing it around anymore; he tried that once, and there is still a dent in the station wall. But he does practice everything else with it, every day, because it is heavy, now, in an uncomfortable way, and he needs to be comfortable with it again.
Maybe if he'd been more comfortable with it, he would have fought better down on the spaceship, things would have turned out differently, and Amy and Shepard wouldn't have died.
So right at that moment, he's holding his shield with one arm, and going at a punching bag with the other. It's clearly not anywhere near the beginning of his work-out, since sweat has drawn a wet pattern on the back of his t-shirt, and he can feel the strain in his shield-bearing arm.
