[In London they weren't expected to do more than return at curfew, but the cold air still tugged at him. It reminded him more than once of his time on the line when the temperatures dropped over night and all one could do was sleep as comfortably as possible in their slit trenches with the Moaning Minnies tittering the possibility of death upon them all. Cold nights those... sleepless nights. Always followed with the heat of the day in the Italian scrub lands.
He was keenly aware of Steve's proximity; the big man gave off heat like a fire at times and even now, he could feel the caress of it against his hands and cheeks. It hadn't yet penetrated his uniform and didn't particularly expect it to either. They'd be safe in their bunks soon enough, nestled down among similar men and yet so completely different from them.]
She seems nice enough. [It was a casual remark, the kind in Brooklyn he used to reserve his judgement on if it was worth pursuit. This time it meant he wasn't even considering it given how she fancied Steve. Never would to step on such a good opportunity, and he was perfectly comfortable setting aside their more... intimate time together for his friend to pursue such a welcomed future.
He reached out, catching Steve's uniform tie in his hand and began to lead them into the barracks and out of the direct cold. He knew his way to their bunks by heart, even in the dark, but his thumb rubbed the material like it would sometimes do to Steve's bare skin. He'd felt that skin on their trek back, his hands too cold and Steve's warm sides so plainly available.]
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He was keenly aware of Steve's proximity; the big man gave off heat like a fire at times and even now, he could feel the caress of it against his hands and cheeks. It hadn't yet penetrated his uniform and didn't particularly expect it to either. They'd be safe in their bunks soon enough, nestled down among similar men and yet so completely different from them.]
She seems nice enough. [It was a casual remark, the kind in Brooklyn he used to reserve his judgement on if it was worth pursuit. This time it meant he wasn't even considering it given how she fancied Steve. Never would to step on such a good opportunity, and he was perfectly comfortable setting aside their more... intimate time together for his friend to pursue such a welcomed future.
He reached out, catching Steve's uniform tie in his hand and began to lead them into the barracks and out of the direct cold. He knew his way to their bunks by heart, even in the dark, but his thumb rubbed the material like it would sometimes do to Steve's bare skin. He'd felt that skin on their trek back, his hands too cold and Steve's warm sides so plainly available.]
Do you like her, Steve?