Steve's got a point, and going from zero to sixty after a week in solitary is a little extreme. Assuming whatever he's got is real is god damn naive, assuming anything would last (in here or out there) for any length of time just based on what he knows of Steve is far and away miles different from his normal pragmatism.
It's a strong enough point that it gets him to look at Steve again, a searching look that flickers over his features, takes in his eyes, his lips, considers his words.
Feels a resounding tightening in his chest.
There's a voice in his head that sounds a hell of a lot like he did at twenty, chasing tail, telling him to make a move. Have some temporary fun. Pass the time anyway, right, and deal with the fallout when it comes.
His gut, though, says if he starts in on something like this it's gonna get a hell of a lot bigger and a hell of a lot stronger than he can justify based on just the short amount of time they've known each other.
Too much in common. Too fiercely loyal. Too many coincidences. He hasn't been the same in relationships since he got back. He doesn't do casual anymore, not so much, and even if he wanted to Steve's in the god damn bunk beneath him. What a break-up that would be.
Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it. The decision ping-pongs back and forth in his head so many times it practically generates heat, and before he can clamp down on his own goddamn tongue he blurts out an annoyed-sounding, "Are you even gay?"
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It's a strong enough point that it gets him to look at Steve again, a searching look that flickers over his features, takes in his eyes, his lips, considers his words.
Feels a resounding tightening in his chest.
There's a voice in his head that sounds a hell of a lot like he did at twenty, chasing tail, telling him to make a move. Have some temporary fun. Pass the time anyway, right, and deal with the fallout when it comes.
His gut, though, says if he starts in on something like this it's gonna get a hell of a lot bigger and a hell of a lot stronger than he can justify based on just the short amount of time they've known each other.
Too much in common. Too fiercely loyal. Too many coincidences. He hasn't been the same in relationships since he got back. He doesn't do casual anymore, not so much, and even if he wanted to Steve's in the god damn bunk beneath him. What a break-up that would be.
Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it. The decision ping-pongs back and forth in his head so many times it practically generates heat, and before he can clamp down on his own goddamn tongue he blurts out an annoyed-sounding, "Are you even gay?"
Which is not:
The best way
The right terms
The most tactful