"Yeah," he says, so quiet it's nearly inaudible. "For real." He doesn't know what to do, because he sure as hell doesn't think he's up for conversation right now. He goes from holding onto Steve's shoulders, to pulling him into an awkward embrace. There are so many thoughts, emotions swimming through his mind-- an apology, maybe. Some sarcastic joke to try to quell some of the tension he feels down his spine.
"'m not goin' anywhere this time." He's quiet for a while, only because he's searching for something, anything to say. Nothing feels right, given the circumstances. "Remember when you found me in that apartment in Romania?" It's rhetorical more than anything else, he already knows the answer. "Had to shove you onto that balcony, 'cause I didn't really like the idea of you getting shot at on account of me."
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Date: 2018-05-01 07:00 pm (UTC)"'m not goin' anywhere this time." He's quiet for a while, only because he's searching for something, anything to say. Nothing feels right, given the circumstances. "Remember when you found me in that apartment in Romania?" It's rhetorical more than anything else, he already knows the answer. "Had to shove you onto that balcony, 'cause I didn't really like the idea of you getting shot at on account of me."