No, not right at this moment, but with you being... well huge, you can come and work at the docks with me! They are clamoring for men right now, what with so many gone for war. You'll be a shoe in! [He never ever faulted Steve for not being able to handle the physical jobs; they got on just fine with the money that both of them managed to scrape together through his work at the docks and Steve's drawing.
For him, he saw the ability to work on the docks as one where Steve could learn his new body, learn everything about it on the physical side. No one would laugh or pick on the blond for being runty, though they would probably peer at those long lashes and wonder how they managed to make their way on a man. It didn't matter because he and Steve could work together, be pack in all things, and it would make up for all those times he knew Steve cursed being sick and unable to work while he slogged his way to the docks through the snow to pick up extra shifts.
Maybe if he wasn't so busy daydreaming about the endless possibilities, he would have hurried his way back to his friend. Instead, he was still digging in his pockets for some coin and dropping it on the doorstep and swaggered down to where Steve was standing looking big and meaty and so handsome. He was smiling again, the sadness to his expression gone now that Steve was fully dressed and not blushing heat throughout all of Brooklyn.]
Come on, big guy, we need to get you home before you accidentally knock over a bus station bench. [He grinned, heading off towards the bus station and nodding his head to the three gentlemen that were clearly an early work shift. Of course, there was the bus just pulling up to the stop, and he grinned back at Steve.]
Let's run to catch it! [He bounded off without waiting for a reply, waving an arm in the air to catch the driver's attention that they were still coming. His spirits had perhaps not be higher in a very long time.]
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For him, he saw the ability to work on the docks as one where Steve could learn his new body, learn everything about it on the physical side. No one would laugh or pick on the blond for being runty, though they would probably peer at those long lashes and wonder how they managed to make their way on a man. It didn't matter because he and Steve could work together, be pack in all things, and it would make up for all those times he knew Steve cursed being sick and unable to work while he slogged his way to the docks through the snow to pick up extra shifts.
Maybe if he wasn't so busy daydreaming about the endless possibilities, he would have hurried his way back to his friend. Instead, he was still digging in his pockets for some coin and dropping it on the doorstep and swaggered down to where Steve was standing looking big and meaty and so handsome. He was smiling again, the sadness to his expression gone now that Steve was fully dressed and not blushing heat throughout all of Brooklyn.]
Come on, big guy, we need to get you home before you accidentally knock over a bus station bench. [He grinned, heading off towards the bus station and nodding his head to the three gentlemen that were clearly an early work shift. Of course, there was the bus just pulling up to the stop, and he grinned back at Steve.]
Let's run to catch it! [He bounded off without waiting for a reply, waving an arm in the air to catch the driver's attention that they were still coming. His spirits had perhaps not be higher in a very long time.]