All of it. None of it. Whatever it is you don't want to remember.


[His fingers massaged James' nape and his eyes were soft, pleading. Stay. That was what his eyes begged. Stay. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.]


I just want to be with you James. No strings. No promises. Just whatever you want from me. And it's just a little wood. Not a r-ring.


[Steve winced as he stumbled over the word, but what else could he say? He knew that was never going to happen with anyone, but he could surely at least keep the casual thing he had going with James, couldn't he? Had he really ruined everything? He met James' eyes again, dreading what he might see.]