[ There hasn't been much time to pass since finding and knowing Andyr, but he's stopped making the comparisons between him and his best friend and has started looking into the differences. Everything that comprises this man is still strange, a wonderful surprise that makes him far too curious to know more, and Steve's reckless desire to understand has him there time and time again, reaching out and hoping that, one day, Andyr might want the same from him. All he can do is offer, give and give because it's the kind of life he's always known, and if someone might benefit from that in some way, Steve is more than willing to hand it over. He glances over at him when he flops back, close enough to playfully nudge him with his knee. ]

It isn't something I'd really recommend doing. Tried it once already. [ There's a touch of sadness to the twist of his mouth, voice soft for a moment. ] It's lonely out that far. [ And it sits for just a second before he's shaking his head and huffing out a quiet laugh as if it'd never been said in the first place. ] Anyway, the city's a lot nicer than the ocean. You'd have more fun there.

[ Even if certain people would argue he doesn't know what that word is. Maybe it's true these days, but still, sometimes, there's more to him than seventy years spent suspended in ice and separated by all that time. He could, at the very least, somehow prove that to Andyr. ]