[He gives a short laugh at that and shakes his head.]
Yeah. You’re prettier than some of the dames I took out dancin’, that's for sure.
[And now he doesn’t want to move because this is the closest he’s been to hugging Steve. He wants to finish it, pull Steve into his arms and press him to his chest like he can melt into the annoying shit he calls his best guy, but he doesn’t have another arm to do it with.
He leans in closer, pressing his temple to Steve’s as his hand drops from Steve’s hair.]
I miss us.
[He says it flatly, like he doesn’t believe it exists anymore, but he knows it’s there because they’re here, and Steve cleaned up his fop like it was nothing.]
I miss us so goddamn much, Steve—Christ.
[He knows he shouldn’t be saying this now, before they have to go in and face everyone else, but he can’t help it anymore. He’s tired. He just wants to breathe.]
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Yeah. You’re prettier than some of the dames I took out dancin’, that's for sure.
[And now he doesn’t want to move because this is the closest he’s been to hugging Steve. He wants to finish it, pull Steve into his arms and press him to his chest like he can melt into the annoying shit he calls his best guy, but he doesn’t have another arm to do it with.
He leans in closer, pressing his temple to Steve’s as his hand drops from Steve’s hair.]
I miss us.
[He says it flatly, like he doesn’t believe it exists anymore, but he knows it’s there because they’re here, and Steve cleaned up his fop like it was nothing.]
I miss us so goddamn much, Steve—Christ.
[He knows he shouldn’t be saying this now, before they have to go in and face everyone else, but he can’t help it anymore. He’s tired. He just wants to breathe.]