[Overly defensive of a line of thinking he started. And said even though he definitely won't be. And he knows it, too, but right now is good. Great, even. He feels fine if a little bit too drunk. If he'd had another he would probably be throwing up about now, so it's good that Steve arrived when he did.
And it's thoughts like that, while Steve is also soothing him in other ways, reminding him that he'll always be there for him that have that lopsided smile appearing, limbs loose and cooperative while Steve finally gets the last of his clothes off. He turns to him when he lies down beside him, heavy, wobbly hand lifting to plunk his palm down against Steve's heart.]
My hero. You are- you know.
[Like it's very important for him to know that. But suddenly something seems very not right in his world and he's moving again. Trying to, anyway, having to rock a bit to get into motion. Even then once he figures out what the hell he's doing he doesn't go far. Instead he moves just enough to lay his head in Steve's lap- maybe remembering that's what he said he wanted- and he does.
He curls up there, legs tucked up, nuzzling a little into Steve's thigh. And though there was a gap between that last statement and the one forthcoming, he talks like there hadn't been.]
You were before- long time ago- before dad got involved and over- ...over-... made everything worse.
[The word his smart brain is looking for is overcomplicated but it's a little too far out of his grasp right now.]
Small window where war stories were fun and I liked you before he ruined it I think there's pictures somewhere. Maybe Halloween don't tell anyone... very embarrassing.
[One very long string of words that are fast in some parts and slurred, slow and unfocused in others. Smiling through all of it, eyes closed.]
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[Overly defensive of a line of thinking he started. And said even though he definitely won't be. And he knows it, too, but right now is good. Great, even. He feels fine if a little bit too drunk. If he'd had another he would probably be throwing up about now, so it's good that Steve arrived when he did.
And it's thoughts like that, while Steve is also soothing him in other ways, reminding him that he'll always be there for him that have that lopsided smile appearing, limbs loose and cooperative while Steve finally gets the last of his clothes off. He turns to him when he lies down beside him, heavy, wobbly hand lifting to plunk his palm down against Steve's heart.]
My hero. You are- you know.
[Like it's very important for him to know that. But suddenly something seems very not right in his world and he's moving again. Trying to, anyway, having to rock a bit to get into motion. Even then once he figures out what the hell he's doing he doesn't go far. Instead he moves just enough to lay his head in Steve's lap- maybe remembering that's what he said he wanted- and he does.
He curls up there, legs tucked up, nuzzling a little into Steve's thigh. And though there was a gap between that last statement and the one forthcoming, he talks like there hadn't been.]
You were before- long time ago- before dad got involved and over- ...over-... made everything worse.
[The word his smart brain is looking for is overcomplicated but it's a little too far out of his grasp right now.]
Small window where war stories were fun and I liked you before he ruined it I think there's pictures somewhere. Maybe Halloween don't tell anyone... very embarrassing.
[One very long string of words that are fast in some parts and slurred, slow and unfocused in others. Smiling through all of it, eyes closed.]