That's him, the course alterer. Though he wouldn't come near Steve in the practice room,, he nudges his shoulder right up next to Steve's arm here. He's also a fucking weirdo, who knew?

"I'm shallow, what can I tell you?" But it's so much meeker than it usually is. He presses Steve's floor and tries not to feel like everything has changed. He's not living on borrowed time anymore, big whup. It's a Friday, whatever whatever. He used to be so good at brushing this stuff aside, but before his shit was also a lot smaller. That's harder to remind himself at times than the rest.