Y-yeah. I know that. [ Bum's mumble sounds a little apologetic, even though there's no real reason for him to be. ] I was just--
[ Scared is the first word he wants to use. That night at the club really did terrify him, once he gathered his bearings enough to think it over rationally and without being guided by... hormones, or whatever. Not what happened between them, not really, but how nonchalant Steve had acted about it. That was the scary part. And even if he knew it was all Hell's doing, some part of him still wondered. Worried. ]
[ But the last thing he wants to do is make Steve feel like some kind of monster. Not when the other man already feels so terrible and guilty. Not just because he succumbed to Hell's traps that one unfortunate time, while others were being affected on the regular despite their best wishes. No, he can't hold it against him, and he absolutely can't let him think he does. ]
--confused.
[ It seems like a better choice, and it's still true enough to be genuine. Because he was quite torn between trying to figure out what exactly their relationship was and what he wanted it to be. He's still not quite sure, to be honest. Being friends is nice. Very nice. But then, every now and then, he definitely spends some time fantasizing about his friend without all of those clothes in the way and he's both terrified and intrigued by his own thoughts. ]
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Date: 2023-02-27 01:28 am (UTC)[ Scared is the first word he wants to use. That night at the club really did terrify him, once he gathered his bearings enough to think it over rationally and without being guided by... hormones, or whatever. Not what happened between them, not really, but how nonchalant Steve had acted about it. That was the scary part. And even if he knew it was all Hell's doing, some part of him still wondered. Worried. ]
[ But the last thing he wants to do is make Steve feel like some kind of monster. Not when the other man already feels so terrible and guilty. Not just because he succumbed to Hell's traps that one unfortunate time, while others were being affected on the regular despite their best wishes. No, he can't hold it against him, and he absolutely can't let him think he does. ]
--confused.
[ It seems like a better choice, and it's still true enough to be genuine. Because he was quite torn between trying to figure out what exactly their relationship was and what he wanted it to be. He's still not quite sure, to be honest. Being friends is nice. Very nice. But then, every now and then, he definitely spends some time fantasizing about his friend without all of those clothes in the way and he's both terrified and intrigued by his own thoughts. ]