Take a shower, ( is Steve's prompt reply, though his actual answer is something along the lines of "go to the hospital so they can load me up on antibiotics and pick the gravel out of my back." That's depressing to think about, though, and their injuries are so on the forefront of his mind right now that he doesn't want them taking precedence in this fun little fantasy where they make it out and get to do whatever they want.

He doesn't know why he says what he says next, though. Maybe it's because he wants to make Eddie laugh, to try to keep his spirits up. ) And, um. I did promise to take you to Enzo's, what, like fifteen minutes ago? So the second thing I'd do is that, I guess.

What about you, man? What're you gonna do?