*Steve and Beetle were walking through their nearby grocery store. Usually, it was just Steve who went. However, the layout had recently changed. And thanks to them being inter-dimensional beings living in an inter-dimensional city; of course no buildings were normal, even grocery stores.*
*Beetle had made Steve wait until he got home until they went because in reality if Beetle didn't come along, Steve would have gotten lost.*
*As they were strolling through the aisles, an old coworker of Steve's approached him. Steve smiled, shaking his hand, and Beetle honestly stopped paying attention to whatever they were talking about.*
*...But about 10 minutes later, a sentence that whatever that "Larry" guy said finally clicked into his brain. "So, how'd those pills go for ya, Stephen?" Okay, one, Steve hates being called by his real name, two, PILLS?*
*it kept repeating in his head and then he looked at Steve, who had been picking out some new dress shirts for work*
...stevie, what did he mean about pills? *He asked, his eyebrow raising a bit. He honestly just expected a quick answer of just something along the lines they were antidepressants or something. And he honestly couldn't judge that. Look in any of the boxes in his closets and you'd find at least 50 empty prescription drug bottles.*
*course, nothing could ever be easy with these two, could it?*
