[ James didn't really think he was sad. Then again, as much as he often entertained himself with others, he much preferred having his own space. For as long as he'd been in the four-bedroom suites, he'd never truly felt comfortable or safe, since he didn't trust all the people there. The starter room were even worse. So he was actually thankful that Steve was mostly on his own here.
He focused on clearing the skin and bandaging Steve's arm where it happened to look worse. The tight fabric scraping against it hadn't helped, and he made a mental note to force Steve to keep the injury bandaged up or wear looser clothes, until it was more properly healed. He paused just as he was about to finish the dressing, looking up at Steve when he stroked his hair and reminded him of that.
Silent for a short few seconds, he finally leaned in, hand cupping Steve's face as he pressed their lips together in a softer, sweeter kiss. It was admittedly a little surprising, learning that Steve felt the same even after months, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like to hear it. ]
Should we... maybe pick up where we left off?
[ He arched an eyebrow suggestively, his hand slowly sliding down Steve's torso. ]
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He focused on clearing the skin and bandaging Steve's arm where it happened to look worse. The tight fabric scraping against it hadn't helped, and he made a mental note to force Steve to keep the injury bandaged up or wear looser clothes, until it was more properly healed. He paused just as he was about to finish the dressing, looking up at Steve when he stroked his hair and reminded him of that.
Silent for a short few seconds, he finally leaned in, hand cupping Steve's face as he pressed their lips together in a softer, sweeter kiss. It was admittedly a little surprising, learning that Steve felt the same even after months, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like to hear it. ]
Should we... maybe pick up where we left off?
[ He arched an eyebrow suggestively, his hand slowly sliding down Steve's torso. ]