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This was literal torture.
Weeks now he'd been able to do nothing but sit on his hands and wait. Every attempt to contact his, well, contact had been met with 'give it time', 'I'm still looking into it', or 'patience is a virtue' in decoded Russian and it put his nerves on edge. He didn't like to just sit and be useless, he wanted to do something. He needed to do something.
Considering his six am wake up had been the thing he never lost from the army he'd gotten up, checked for any new information, and found himself curled up in the corner of the small couch with his head tilted to rest against the back. He just didn't know what else to do. He was stuck sitting here in this tiny apartment in Jersey of all places -it made his Brooklyn born soul ache a little bit- until something happened.
Steve coming to sit down beside him was what finally snapped him out of his own head, where he'd been silently going through the list of contacts he didn't remember memorizing and trying to determine if they were his or theirs. "I'm thinking this is taking too long." He turned his head to look at Steve who just looked frustrated, "Sketch not turn out?" He didn't know why he knew that was what that particular scowl meant, but he did.