[ He wasn't really planning on taking the journal for himself, but he was still surprised that Steve was so quick to make sure that he wouldn't. He didn't even try to fight it, nor the closeness between them, more and more unwilling to listen as the rational part of his mind tried to tell him this was probably not a good idea.
But it was kind of like trying to step away from the edge of a cliff when he was already falling. ]
I just like writing in them, I guess. It's nothing special.
[ He liked to do sketches too, but those he always kept to himself. He couldn't bring himself to share that even now, as distracting as it was to have Steve this close to him. Stroking his fingers, nuzzling against his neck. He shivered a little, eyes closing as he turned his head to the side, free hand sliding up Steve's arm. ]
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But it was kind of like trying to step away from the edge of a cliff when he was already falling. ]
I just like writing in them, I guess. It's nothing special.
[ He liked to do sketches too, but those he always kept to himself. He couldn't bring himself to share that even now, as distracting as it was to have Steve this close to him. Stroking his fingers, nuzzling against his neck. He shivered a little, eyes closing as he turned his head to the side, free hand sliding up Steve's arm. ]