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"And dirty up your nice clean counter?" B says, only about half serious. He can see Steve's been cleaning. He usually does, when he's upset.

He unclips Libby's leash, letting her trot over to Steve, ahead of him. He's following along in her wake, though, trying not to feel too much yet himself, in case Steve needs someone steady first. "But yeah, let's do that. And add cocoa for comfort."

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"Well, then I'll clean it again," Steve points out, though he lets the rag lie on the counter to crouch down and greet Libby because she is, after all, the best girl. And she always knows when he's feeling shitty. (He does wish she didn't have so much practice at it, but it is what it is.)

He nods, though, giving her a few scratches behind the ears before he straightens to get the coffee things. "He'd probably be appalled at the number of us ready to run out and check on him," he says - meaning Lark, of course, though of course B can follow that. "Either that, or smug. I'm not actually sure which."