[ He almost doesn't believe it. A good thing when he continues to call him a marshmallow? Like he's soft and sweet and nothing of the soldier he really is. But maybe that's not entirely it, wishing to know more of what makes Andyr who he is and the reason behind all of this. Why they've gotten so close, what draws Steve to him and makes him pursue someone who needs more than what he could ever possibly give him in whatever time they might have on the Moira. Why he suddenly feels so protective and responsible for this person who's worked his way deep under his skin. Andyr knows more about him than almost anyone else, things that aren't written in history books or on walls in a museum, and there's something warming about that, about someone else knowing Steve and only wanting to know him. It causes a tight feeling in his chest, shifting just a fraction closer to listen to him.
His hearing is so good, he'd have heard him sitting on the opposite side of this ledge, but he wants to be close to him. He wants to soak up that warmth, gently turning his hands around so that they're holding each other in a loose sort of embrace. Steve lets his thumb slide over the inner part of Andyr's wrist, huffing out an embarrassed sort of noise at the way he compliments him. ]
I never paid much attention to 'em. [ And he ducks his head a bit, trying to fight the instinctive blush that's creeping up his neck into his ears. At least it's getting darker, so there's no reason why Andyr should be able to see it well enough to comment on it. Yet, it doesn't stop Steve from pushing further into his personal space. ] Yours are real nice though. It's the first thing I noticed about you when we met.
[ Besides the obvious similarities to his best friend, of course, and because honesty seems to be the order of the evening, as it had been at the party. Steve breaks contact with Andyr's hand to lift his fingers up to touch his cheek, careful and slow and eventually cupping the side of his face. ] Some other things too, I guess. [ His gaze settles at his mouth for a bit longer this time, trying to sort out what he feels and what he wants to say, and it sits so long that he doesn't even realize he's staring now. ]
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His hearing is so good, he'd have heard him sitting on the opposite side of this ledge, but he wants to be close to him. He wants to soak up that warmth, gently turning his hands around so that they're holding each other in a loose sort of embrace. Steve lets his thumb slide over the inner part of Andyr's wrist, huffing out an embarrassed sort of noise at the way he compliments him. ]
I never paid much attention to 'em. [ And he ducks his head a bit, trying to fight the instinctive blush that's creeping up his neck into his ears. At least it's getting darker, so there's no reason why Andyr should be able to see it well enough to comment on it. Yet, it doesn't stop Steve from pushing further into his personal space. ] Yours are real nice though. It's the first thing I noticed about you when we met.
[ Besides the obvious similarities to his best friend, of course, and because honesty seems to be the order of the evening, as it had been at the party. Steve breaks contact with Andyr's hand to lift his fingers up to touch his cheek, careful and slow and eventually cupping the side of his face. ] Some other things too, I guess. [ His gaze settles at his mouth for a bit longer this time, trying to sort out what he feels and what he wants to say, and it sits so long that he doesn't even realize he's staring now. ]