Given the rush of new memories (that are really much older than everything he knows about his life as David Roberts, but it doesn't quite feel that way yet), Steve's expected some more visitors. There are people who are Steve's friends who David never knew particularly well, and there's a chance they might drop by.
When the knock comes, Steve glances over. He's been wanting to give the whole getting out of bed thing another shot, and so he twists his body around to set his feet on the floor. Hannibal (or Dr. Fell) isn't anyone he'd expected, but he doesn't mind the check-in.
"I'll answer to either," he says, not quite a joke but he still smirks as if it was one.
His chest squeezes tight and he has no choice but to cough, but after a few harsh ones he clears the breathing passages. Steve continues speaking as if that didn't even happen. While he doesn't look quite as sick anymore, there's no hiding that the tuberculosis still has a hold on him. "I could ask you the same question."
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When the knock comes, Steve glances over. He's been wanting to give the whole getting out of bed thing another shot, and so he twists his body around to set his feet on the floor. Hannibal (or Dr. Fell) isn't anyone he'd expected, but he doesn't mind the check-in.
"I'll answer to either," he says, not quite a joke but he still smirks as if it was one.
His chest squeezes tight and he has no choice but to cough, but after a few harsh ones he clears the breathing passages. Steve continues speaking as if that didn't even happen. While he doesn't look quite as sick anymore, there's no hiding that the tuberculosis still has a hold on him. "I could ask you the same question."