( does a decent job of catching his attention; the anchor on his shoulder has him dragging his eyes back to Steve's, and that intent look has him keeping them there. it's very real all of a sudden, up this close. not the music, but rather the fact that he's here. it locks up something in his throat, cinches something tight around his ribs. )
Hang on.
( it's a gentle appeal, a please without saying please written somewhere in the expression. )
We're finally getting out, me and you. You wanna cut it short already? We got, what, a whole twenty minutes?
( that desire to hang out's always been there, of course, before and after they skipped those decades. he hasn't actually gotten much of it after. the feeling's suddenly making up for lost time, it's gotta be, with how hard it's hitting him all of a sudden.
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Hang on.
( it's a gentle appeal, a please without saying please written somewhere in the expression. )
We're finally getting out, me and you. You wanna cut it short already? We got, what, a whole twenty minutes?
( that desire to hang out's always been there, of course, before and after they skipped those decades. he hasn't actually gotten much of it after. the feeling's suddenly making up for lost time, it's gotta be, with how hard it's hitting him all of a sudden.
he just... wants this. )
Come on, man.