[ he's speechless in the way he is whenever he's truly seen. those doe-brown eyes wide, a flush on his pale cheeks. ]
Steve... [ his brain stalls. can't think of a decent response. only able to lean in and kiss him, fingers curling ins his hair, trying to convey sentiment in a way he'll only be able to put to melody later.]
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Steve... [ his brain stalls. can't think of a decent response. only able to lean in and kiss him, fingers curling ins his hair, trying to convey sentiment in a way he'll only be able to put to melody later.]