[He shakes his head, even as he presses closer, with his mouth ajar, ready to say something that never quite reaches his mouth. His tongue darts out to dampen his lips—why’s his damn mouth so dry?—and he chews on his lower lip as he tries to figure out what to say.
Eventually, he gets there, and when he does, he reaches up to grasp on to Steve’s shoulder.]
But that was then, Steve. I dunno if I’m even him anymore.
[And it hurts to say because it’s more than likely true, and if it’s true, then he definitely isn’t what Steve needs.]
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Eventually, he gets there, and when he does, he reaches up to grasp on to Steve’s shoulder.]
But that was then, Steve. I dunno if I’m even him anymore.
[And it hurts to say because it’s more than likely true, and if it’s true, then he definitely isn’t what Steve needs.]