Sure looked like him, yeah. ( not a time for stupid jokes, Steven!! he can't help it, that worried, sad, guilty look on Chrissy's face is sure hitting him sideways. Steve cannot help his desire to want to lighten the mood, prove that he's fine, shake off the shadows and try to push toward something normal and not miserable. look around her room and tease her about her posters, make a point of seeing if they both fit in her bed. instead he brings the ghost of Jason along whether he wants to or not, and or not is definitely how Steve feels about it. if he could have left the guy clutching his junk, rolling around on the parking lot asphalt forever, that would in fact be his preference.
Steve does not stop Chrissy from dragging him closer, wincing slightly at the touch even though he doesn't actually want her to stop. well, maybe he does, if only because fixating on his face is not actually what he came here for, actually. ) Hey, hey, ( Steve says, trying to draw her attention away from the bruises, catching wandering fingers in a hand with still slightly bloodied knuckles so he can kiss her palm. thanks, that's very nice! that she cares. about his dumb face. they can come back to that later. or never! because his face just is never going to be as compelling to him as the other thing they'd been talking about. )
You know, that thing... That thing you said, the thing you wanted to say out loud? ( Steve is being playfully stupid, on purpose, hoping that he can drag Chrissy out of being worried and back into the moment they accidentally had over text message. his spare hand curves behind her neck, leaning a little closer because even on her knees on the top of her bed, he's still got height advantage standing and it makes it easy to look at her. the strawberry gold of her hair, the bright blue of her eyes. even brighter right now, scrubbed down and soft for bed. god, she's so fucking beautiful, and she loves him? how'd he get to be so damn lucky? ) You could say it now, maybe, ( Steve continues, feeling the stupid smile on his face, because thanks Jason!! smiling hurts, right now!! ) I'm listening.
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Date: 2022-08-04 09:53 pm (UTC)Steve does not stop Chrissy from dragging him closer, wincing slightly at the touch even though he doesn't actually want her to stop. well, maybe he does, if only because fixating on his face is not actually what he came here for, actually. ) Hey, hey, ( Steve says, trying to draw her attention away from the bruises, catching wandering fingers in a hand with still slightly bloodied knuckles so he can kiss her palm. thanks, that's very nice! that she cares. about his dumb face. they can come back to that later. or never! because his face just is never going to be as compelling to him as the other thing they'd been talking about. )
You know, that thing... That thing you said, the thing you wanted to say out loud? ( Steve is being playfully stupid, on purpose, hoping that he can drag Chrissy out of being worried and back into the moment they accidentally had over text message. his spare hand curves behind her neck, leaning a little closer because even on her knees on the top of her bed, he's still got height advantage standing and it makes it easy to look at her. the strawberry gold of her hair, the bright blue of her eyes. even brighter right now, scrubbed down and soft for bed. god, she's so fucking beautiful, and she loves him? how'd he get to be so damn lucky? ) You could say it now, maybe, ( Steve continues, feeling the stupid smile on his face, because thanks Jason!! smiling hurts, right now!! ) I'm listening.