There are no words.

There is only clinging.

It takes no prompting whatsoever to take Steve back to the basement under the ruined house, with a far smaller Spots burbling in the sink and Gabriel on the--

--He wrenches himself out of it, because now that memory hurts.

Or in the kitchen of the Cooper farm, with the conversation turning from normal to awkward to unexpectedly, blissfully--

Or in the bunker, shouting--

Or--