[ Steve looks up, startled, which isn't his favourite emotion to feel. Doesn't even make it to the top ten. He's a soldier, a man in the army, a superhero captain. He should be past someone getting one over him, even if it's a guy getting out of the shower.
He pulls his sleeve down with an efficient hastiness and shakes his head. But his expression is neutral, friendly even, like this is just any other day, and there's nothing to be awkward about. The small quirk at the edge of his lips is in response to the joke, crude as it might be.
And yeah, he probably could use a seat but he won't. ]
I'm fine. [ Steve looks up now, giving his newfound companion his attention. The tattoo on his arm feels like it's pulsating on its own accord. He ignores the pain of it. ] Just - ah, needed a moment.
[ He pauses. Tries to think of something to say. Notices the paper towel, slowly going from pink to red. ]
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He pulls his sleeve down with an efficient hastiness and shakes his head. But his expression is neutral, friendly even, like this is just any other day, and there's nothing to be awkward about. The small quirk at the edge of his lips is in response to the joke, crude as it might be.
And yeah, he probably could use a seat but he won't. ]
I'm fine. [ Steve looks up now, giving his newfound companion his attention. The tattoo on his arm feels like it's pulsating on its own accord. He ignores the pain of it. ] Just - ah, needed a moment.
[ He pauses. Tries to think of something to say. Notices the paper towel, slowly going from pink to red. ]
You okay?