notacircusmonkey:
“I want to say yes, but I’d really like to prove you that I am worth your trust rather than having forcing you to believe me. — You’ve got a few more days. Tell me something no one else knows, see if I can keep it a secret and decide for yourself? Anything. Your guilty pleasure food? Tell me, I’ll judge you in silence if it’s extremly gross but no one will know!” He’s trying to ease the mood with a small smile on his lips and a ridiculous waggle of his brows. These kids aren’t here because it’s easy for them to trust others, Steve knows that. He’s been here to watch them all grow, from Allison and Lydia to their lost team members… He doesn’t want Isaac to be lost, as well.
❛ I like chocolate syrup on my pancake. ❜ That seemed like such a banal admittance compared to what he was waiting for; a reason to trust this man and the coach but this was almost a secret. A thing that’s only his now that Camden was gone. They shared the ritual during long rides and mid-morning breakfast in nowhere towns and missable diners. But now he was sharing it with him, with them, hoping this would earn him the courtesy of more privacy than the rest of them. And maybe a little bit more understanding. They should know in the end, he was just trying to keep them safe.