[ when andyr lifts his head, and raises his eyes up to take in steve leaning against the door frame, he's not sure what he expected, but immediately picturing him half naked and moaning, with his dick in andyr's hand, was not it.

give him a second to blink blankly, as his brain flatlines. apparently this is what happens after one night stands come back to bite you in the ass. you'd think he'd have learned, after alva, but then again, he'd never compare what happened with alva to what happened with steve. different people, different things, different reasons. by the time his mind's back online, steve's crossed the room and come to sit down with him, asking a question. ]

What? [ he's beauty, he's grace. he's backtracking to figure out what that question was. right, what he's working on. turning to the side, andyr pushes some pieces out of the way, and unearths a page of instructions, with a technical drawing on the front of what the assembled tank is supposed to look like. ] This one. I've been trying to just open one box at a time, but I'm kind of starting to think they mixed parts...