( it's not that he didn't want to see steve. it's that... he didn't want steve to see him. he doesn't really want anyone to see him right now.
he moves towards the other man, steps slow and soft, dressed in his usual blue and black outfit which, in all honesty, should show that he's not really here, but. it's real enough, this interaction.
crouching down, slow to do so, he looks to the other man with those bright blue eyes of his but, rather than filled with curiosity or playfulness, they're filled with a deep and heavy sorrow, concern swirled around within them. arms draped across his knees, he's quiet for a moment before he closes his eyes. )
I can make you forget me. ( he says then, eyes slowly opening. ) If it's easier for you.
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he moves towards the other man, steps slow and soft, dressed in his usual blue and black outfit which, in all honesty, should show that he's not really here, but. it's real enough, this interaction.
crouching down, slow to do so, he looks to the other man with those bright blue eyes of his but, rather than filled with curiosity or playfulness, they're filled with a deep and heavy sorrow, concern swirled around within them. arms draped across his knees, he's quiet for a moment before he closes his eyes. )
I can make you forget me. ( he says then, eyes slowly opening. ) If it's easier for you.