Steve stared down at the man when he turned in his arms, not expecting what James said. He blinked, sucking in a sharp breath, then closed his eyes for a moment, fighting tears. His harsh swallow was audible even over the sound of the shower spray. Steve's fingers shook slightly as he touched James' cheek, leaning in until their foreheads touched. He'd expected as much to be the impetus for James' actions, since only Jim was likely to be able to hurt the man enough he wanted to black out, but those words! He could barely think of anything else for the moment, wondering if he'd imagined the confession completely.

"I care about your fight, but say it again? Please? James please . . ."