[ deserve it. what has he done to deserve anything like kindness? near everything andyr's done in the last six years has been to make a nightmare of himself. to leave bloodbaths in hallways, to make guards scream so loud it echos up to the House director's desk. there's been moments of compassion - for posie, for mikal. for alva. but even to the majority of the other mice, he'd been like some wraith that stalks the halls, crying out for blood, willing to charge straight through them to get what he wants. even the ones that'd tried to give him the benefit of the doubt had gotten too fed up with him eventually. hell, even alva had thrown a punch or two at him once. and yet, here's some super hero giving him fish drawings and putting up with being not only bitten, but choked twice, hanging out with him under waterfalls at night.
more accurately: having faith in him. andyr's starting to feel suspiciously like a living, breathing human being. ]
Because you say sappy, sweet crap like that. [ Flashing a small smile, his own attempt to lighten the tone, and maybe all he could think of to really reply to that. the rest of it seemed like entirely too much to put into words, and entirely too personal and soft as well. But he can't help tagging on the disclaimer, voice softer, as his eyes follow Steve leaning closer to him, words a bit quieted. ] It's a good thing.
[ watching him, andyr can tell he'd looked down to his lips, and tugs at one with his teeth a moment, nerves rising in him, but a completely familiar curiosity striking up - what it'd be like if he'd just leaned those few inches closer, if he just brush his lips against Steve's. It causes him to reflexively blink down to Steve's mouth, and quickly back up, resolutely meeting his gaze for a beat or two. Steve's arms have slid to that Andyr's hands are only loosely circled around his wrists, but it's enough he can feel his pulse there, making Steve feel like entirely too real and present of a person. ]
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more accurately: having faith in him. andyr's starting to feel suspiciously like a living, breathing human being. ]
Because you say sappy, sweet crap like that. [ Flashing a small smile, his own attempt to lighten the tone, and maybe all he could think of to really reply to that. the rest of it seemed like entirely too much to put into words, and entirely too personal and soft as well. But he can't help tagging on the disclaimer, voice softer, as his eyes follow Steve leaning closer to him, words a bit quieted. ] It's a good thing.
[ watching him, andyr can tell he'd looked down to his lips, and tugs at one with his teeth a moment, nerves rising in him, but a completely familiar curiosity striking up - what it'd be like if he'd just leaned those few inches closer, if he just brush his lips against Steve's. It causes him to reflexively blink down to Steve's mouth, and quickly back up, resolutely meeting his gaze for a beat or two. Steve's arms have slid to that Andyr's hands are only loosely circled around his wrists, but it's enough he can feel his pulse there, making Steve feel like entirely too real and present of a person. ]
Your eyes are really pretty. [ #nailedit. ]