"Setsuna . . ." He could understand, oddly enough. Steve understood almost all of Setsuna's little quirks, even if he didn't approve of them. People got fucked up, people developed weird coping mechanisms. And worst of all, children were sometimes conditioned to be fucked up by those that were meant to protect them.
Steve leaned in and rested his forehead against Setsuna's, one hand cupping the back of the kid's head gently, "I can't make any promises kiddo, but I'll remember what you said. Beating on you, for any reason, just seems so wrong. You're my baby brother Setsuna. The idea of hurting you, for any reason, won't ever be my first choice. But I'll remember. If it ever becomes necessary, I'll remember."
He sat back and smiled at the kid, "Yeah. I'm proud as hell of you Setsuna. All the time."
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Date: 2020-03-06 03:42 am (UTC)Steve leaned in and rested his forehead against Setsuna's, one hand cupping the back of the kid's head gently, "I can't make any promises kiddo, but I'll remember what you said. Beating on you, for any reason, just seems so wrong. You're my baby brother Setsuna. The idea of hurting you, for any reason, won't ever be my first choice. But I'll remember. If it ever becomes necessary, I'll remember."
He sat back and smiled at the kid, "Yeah. I'm proud as hell of you Setsuna. All the time."