[ His hold eased into something less rough, something more gentle than anything else. James didn't really want to hurt Steve, at least not right now. But it was just easier to be rough than gentle. At least to him, it was. ]

You could've just asked.

[ His hand slid down over Steve's throat, next his collarbone, resting on his chest. ]

I didn't miss you. [ Before Steve went down a depressive spiral, he quickly added. ] I didn't know months had gone by. I went to sleep and woke up, and— thought it was just the next day.

[ Except it wasn't. ]

I remember seeing you only a couple days ago.