There's a difference between wanting to be nice to someone because they deserve it and pitying them. It's not pity, Andyr.
[ Whatever he thinks, whatever he might assume. There's not enough room in Steve to feel that way, though maybe he'd once felt it when they'd first met all those months ago. He'd wanted to understand, wanted to know, and now that he does, at least some of it, there's more than that to what he thinks of Andyr. Pity would belittle the strength he sees in him, his own brand of sincerity beneath all the snark and bite, and those hands at his arms suddenly warm him in a way that makes him shiver this time, the ache of the bite still deep in his skin soothed by the very pressure of his fingers. He hadn't actually considered throwing him, trying to off-put the strange intensity that's building between them with a little humor.
There's a quiet sigh, letting his arms slide slowly from Andyr's hands. ] You really think that's what I am, huh? [ It's a partial tease, uncertain about the answer but leaning closer to the other man regardless of that. In the fading light, he can focus on the shape of his face and the rhythm of his breathing and the soft pull of a smile on his mouth. Steve's eyes drop to his lips and then back to his eyes. He doesn't know what he's thinking, isn't sure he'd been thinking straight since he'd said he would join him, and a slight frown tugs at his expression. ] Because I'm nice to you?
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[ Whatever he thinks, whatever he might assume. There's not enough room in Steve to feel that way, though maybe he'd once felt it when they'd first met all those months ago. He'd wanted to understand, wanted to know, and now that he does, at least some of it, there's more than that to what he thinks of Andyr. Pity would belittle the strength he sees in him, his own brand of sincerity beneath all the snark and bite, and those hands at his arms suddenly warm him in a way that makes him shiver this time, the ache of the bite still deep in his skin soothed by the very pressure of his fingers. He hadn't actually considered throwing him, trying to off-put the strange intensity that's building between them with a little humor.
There's a quiet sigh, letting his arms slide slowly from Andyr's hands. ] You really think that's what I am, huh? [ It's a partial tease, uncertain about the answer but leaning closer to the other man regardless of that. In the fading light, he can focus on the shape of his face and the rhythm of his breathing and the soft pull of a smile on his mouth. Steve's eyes drop to his lips and then back to his eyes. He doesn't know what he's thinking, isn't sure he'd been thinking straight since he'd said he would join him, and a slight frown tugs at his expression. ] Because I'm nice to you?
[ Because he's nice to almost everyone? ]