[ He's never been good at hiding his own feelings. He won't say them but Quentin is, much against his own will, an open book. His heart on his sleeve. His face unable to hide a damn thing. Try as he might, it's not a talent he shares with Steve. Steve who looks like he can brush off just about anything while Quentin, unfortunately, might look seconds from tears in the same situation. It makes the moment of Steve looking like he shared a tired sentiment that clicked the decision in his mind to just ask. Because he thinks they both need it.
He nods slowly, humoring that extra yeahs might add anything and of course he agrees. It does sort of, because it makes it almost ironically less awkward to add some extra awkward yeahs. He just ends up holding his smile in place longer in response to it as he rubs an eye with his knuckle and sits up even further than before, fighting the sinking feeling. That floaty drift.
Steve slid to the ground in what he thinks is a incredibly fluid motion. He wants to see this guy dive into a pool. It's probably good form.
It's better. He says yes. ] Mmhm. [ Close enough. ] I'll be honest, I probably would've fell backwards off the log if we had to stay up there. [ He points back at it with his thumb and lifts his head from being tilted away from Steve. And then he just ...tips towards him. Completely sideways. There's not really more warning than he already gave that it was going to happen. Quentin's head moves onto his company's shoulder like it can't keep upright a second longer. It really can't. He's dead tired. Quentin leaned in and slouched over like he's deflating against Steve's side. ] I've done it before. Landed on a rock once. Claudette had to stitch my head. We have since moved the rock.
( the extra yeahs don't actually clarify anything, it just seems that Quentin can translate 80s teenage boy into something legible. maybe 80s teenage boy isn't that much different from 2000 something teenage boy, just much sillier hair. the point is, Quentin gets it. yeah, they're doing this. yeah, it's not a big deal, because they're not making it a big deal. if some distant part of him is freaking out a little, it's fine, because as a product of the midwest 80s, Steve is really great at suppressing things!
freaking out might not be the right word, anyway. he's just ... very aware that this is outside of normal dude behavior, as far as his limited (and notably homophobic) upbringing was concerned. it's outside of that, in a good way. in Quentin's time, it isn't that weird, apparently. and maybe even if it is weird, it's a good weird. Steve likes being close to people, why should it be off the table because they're both guys? it's fine. he's fine. so fine!
strangely, Quentin's head lolling suddenly on his shoulder like a baby that doesn't have the neck muscles to keep its own head upright does make everything feel fine. like, actually fine, and not just manic repeating the word over and over waiting for it to be true. anticipation is a bitch, once they're in the middle it sort of evens out. the joke (is that a joke??) helps, too. ) Jesus, ( Steve laughs, but he does feel a little bad about it. ) You got a scar or something? I always wonder if anything around here sticks.
( Steve's not sure what to do with his arms. should he do something with his arms?? he decides on propping the one closer on the log behind Quentin's back. makes the leaning easier. which is the objective, here. )
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Date: 2022-11-27 06:46 am (UTC)He nods slowly, humoring that extra yeahs might add anything and of course he agrees. It does sort of, because it makes it almost ironically less awkward to add some extra awkward yeahs. He just ends up holding his smile in place longer in response to it as he rubs an eye with his knuckle and sits up even further than before, fighting the sinking feeling. That floaty drift.
Steve slid to the ground in what he thinks is a incredibly fluid motion. He wants to see this guy dive into a pool. It's probably good form.
It's better. He says yes. ] Mmhm. [ Close enough. ] I'll be honest, I probably would've fell backwards off the log if we had to stay up there. [ He points back at it with his thumb and lifts his head from being tilted away from Steve. And then he just ...tips towards him. Completely sideways. There's not really more warning than he already gave that it was going to happen. Quentin's head moves onto his company's shoulder like it can't keep upright a second longer. It really can't. He's dead tired. Quentin leaned in and slouched over like he's deflating against Steve's side. ] I've done it before. Landed on a rock once. Claudette had to stitch my head. We have since moved the rock.
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Date: 2022-12-18 02:33 am (UTC)freaking out might not be the right word, anyway. he's just ... very aware that this is outside of normal dude behavior, as far as his limited (and notably homophobic) upbringing was concerned. it's outside of that, in a good way. in Quentin's time, it isn't that weird, apparently. and maybe even if it is weird, it's a good weird. Steve likes being close to people, why should it be off the table because they're both guys? it's fine. he's fine. so fine!
strangely, Quentin's head lolling suddenly on his shoulder like a baby that doesn't have the neck muscles to keep its own head upright does make everything feel fine. like, actually fine, and not just manic repeating the word over and over waiting for it to be true. anticipation is a bitch, once they're in the middle it sort of evens out. the joke (is that a joke??) helps, too. ) Jesus, ( Steve laughs, but he does feel a little bad about it. ) You got a scar or something? I always wonder if anything around here sticks.
( Steve's not sure what to do with his arms. should he do something with his arms?? he decides on propping the one closer on the log behind Quentin's back. makes the leaning easier. which is the objective, here. )