[Steve brightens even more. But he knows, of course he knows. The other team isn't the Mets.
He does sigh a little when he thinks about the Dodgers, but that soon passes when he starts reading the scroll. The Station's not being destroyed, but Hercules still might want to find some putty or something to smooth over that giant wrinkle in Steve's forehead.
He takes a deep breath, rolling the scroll up tightly before he glances up at the other man.]
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[Steve brightens even more. But he knows, of course he knows. The other team isn't the Mets.
He does sigh a little when he thinks about the Dodgers, but that soon passes when he starts reading the scroll. The Station's not being destroyed, but Hercules still might want to find some putty or something to smooth over that giant wrinkle in Steve's forehead.
He takes a deep breath, rolling the scroll up tightly before he glances up at the other man.]
...You read it too?