This fic just reached into my chest, grabbed my heart, and didn't let go. I love all of the little details, like the fact that it's his key, and the memory of playing with Mary, and scrubbing the floor so hard he strips the polish. And this: He's about to re-enter society with different rules, where the lines in the sand are deeper, longer, forming actual boundaries – boundaries he has no clearance to cross. Love that so much.

I want to hug the crap out of Steve. This is such a perfect coda to the pilot.