"I can give you scrape pieces to play around with. Hell, I've got some beginner stuff if you want to learn," he said with a vague shrug of his shoulders. This was just a personal thing to give him something to talk about and to appear in public like some kind of normal person engaged in society. He'd taken the classes, shown potential, and kept up with it. No big deal.

He stepped back over to the table and shifted to clean up, setting the piece Steve had cut into his scrapes bin again. The cutter and pliers went back to their appropriate place within easy reach, and he reminded himself to do a quick vacuum when Steve had left. If Steve was leaving. He'd be fine the guy staying, but the blond wanted things 'slow'.

"No, I keep this sort of thing to myself," he said honestly. He glanced over to Steve. "You think tough guys like that would let me live this down without teasing me mercilessly?"