[ that makes it twice, now, that steve's surprised him. he can't feel the slender fingers on his wrist beyond the slightest pressure in the sensors, wishes he could tell if they were warm or cold, if they shake with fear.
from the look in his eyes, he'd guess not.
it doesn't make sense. steve must not be mad at him, but - he should be, or disgusted at least. he just confessed to microwaving a man's head, for fuck's sake, and steve just. just keeps him close anyway. it doesn't many any goddamn sense.
but he doesn't pull away, not this time. steve said it explicitly, 'don't go,' and he doesn't - he wishes he didn't feel like he has to, like he should. he swallows confusion that sticks in his throat and watches as the food starts turning again. his hands stay in fists, to keep himself from reaching out for steve the way steve did for him, until the microwave beeps. ]
Careful. It'll be hot.
[ his voice comes even more gravelly than usual, this time from constriction rather than disuse. he coughs once to try and clear it. ]
no subject
from the look in his eyes, he'd guess not.
it doesn't make sense. steve must not be mad at him, but - he should be, or disgusted at least. he just confessed to microwaving a man's head, for fuck's sake, and steve just. just keeps him close anyway. it doesn't many any goddamn sense.
but he doesn't pull away, not this time. steve said it explicitly, 'don't go,' and he doesn't - he wishes he didn't feel like he has to, like he should. he swallows confusion that sticks in his throat and watches as the food starts turning again. his hands stay in fists, to keep himself from reaching out for steve the way steve did for him, until the microwave beeps. ]
Careful. It'll be hot.
[ his voice comes even more gravelly than usual, this time from constriction rather than disuse. he coughs once to try and clear it. ]