[ He can't drive but he knows well enough to rev the car a little just so he can get the engine running a little harder and give himself some heat. His skin feels tingly and aches against his body but he's doing his best. He nods as Marc speaks and leans over, prying the glovebox open. There's a pair of gloves in there that he knocks onto the floor, a lot of needless paperwork and after a second he finds a passport. ] Finally.
[ A little sigh as he finds something of substance, but flipping it open doesn't offer him any relief. It's them, their face-- dressed differently, a button-up but not one of Stevens, a tie he'd never worn and a smile that didn't seem in place on either of their faces. The name was obviously fake, too, and after a second Steven makes a small pained noise in the back of his throat. ]
This isn't yours, is it? [ Didn't take an idiot to know it wasn't Steven's. ]
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[ A little sigh as he finds something of substance, but flipping it open doesn't offer him any relief. It's them, their face-- dressed differently, a button-up but not one of Stevens, a tie he'd never worn and a smile that didn't seem in place on either of their faces. The name was obviously fake, too, and after a second Steven makes a small pained noise in the back of his throat. ]
This isn't yours, is it? [ Didn't take an idiot to know it wasn't Steven's. ]