"Thanks." He manages a sort-of smile to go with that.
Ah, there it was, in Steve's eyes. The longing and the awareness that he is a lie. And yet... not quite. He isn't lying, and he isn't going to.
He starts by taking off his gloves, stuffing them in the jacket's pocket, even as his eyes scope the place without even being fully aware of it. Too much habit.
And also too much habit being aware of Steve's body language. Which doesn't seem to have changed all THAT much since the war. He heads in the direction Steve was orienting himself before anything as explicit as a gesture.
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Ah, there it was, in Steve's eyes. The longing and the awareness that he is a lie. And yet... not quite. He isn't lying, and he isn't going to.
He starts by taking off his gloves, stuffing them in the jacket's pocket, even as his eyes scope the place without even being fully aware of it. Too much habit.
And also too much habit being aware of Steve's body language. Which doesn't seem to have changed all THAT much since the war. He heads in the direction Steve was orienting himself before anything as explicit as a gesture.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything?"