( couldn't say which is more distracting: the music, or the way Steve's hand makes the hair on his arm stand on end a little. goosebumps, a soft flush of prickling awareness that threads up to his shoulder. the subconscious acknowledgement that they haven't been all that tactile lately, maybe that's why it feels so grounding.
turns out to definitely be the music; if he were a dog his ears'd be pointing straight up right now. the melody picks up a little, and he can finally start to pick out words. )
Shh- hang on-
( An absent murmur while he focuses. )
I know that song. It's, um--
( the fundamental things apply... as time goes by
He motions vaguely, struggling to pull the memory to the forefront for a second.
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turns out to definitely be the music; if he were a dog his ears'd be pointing straight up right now. the melody picks up a little, and he can finally start to pick out words. )
Shh- hang on-
( An absent murmur while he focuses. )
I know that song. It's, um--
( the fundamental things apply...
as time goes by
He motions vaguely, struggling to pull the memory to the forefront for a second.
Snaps his fingers when it finally hits. )
Casablanca. You seriously can't hear that?