[ That makes him pause, at least. It's an ache in his bones, an itch under his skin to be apart from him, much as he hates it. He can do missions, he can make this work, but it's next to impossible to say no, no matter how hard he wants to.
Steve's shoulders draw up tighter, and he finishes the dishes without saying anything, waiting until they're all in the drying rack before turning. ]
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Steve's shoulders draw up tighter, and he finishes the dishes without saying anything, waiting until they're all in the drying rack before turning. ]
I shouldn't, for both of us.