[His eyes slid away from Loki's and he ducked his head a little, rubbing his nape. That was . . . complicated. Yes, Steve got along with most people, and yes, he did have certain friends in the city, but he didn't often . . . talk to people. He wasn't used to looking vulnerable, or letting others in on his thoughts. It wasn't done, not when you were Captain America. You were the one who had to hold it all together, and god help you if there were cracks.

Steve knew his friends wouldn't treat him that way, that they'd give him support if he asked for help, but old habits died hard. Especially when they were so deeply ingrained. He sighed softly and leaned against Loki a little more.]


I don't really talk with anyone Loki. I sleep with them, and I care about them, and I listen when they want to talk, but I'm much better at support. I'm not good at talking about myself. I thought maybe a pet . . .


[He shrugged and held the man a little closer, nuzzling Loki's temple. Steve attempted to lighten the mood with a little humor, instead of being even more honest.]


You know, you could always make yourself into a cute little fox for me to cuddle. I like cuddling you as a man, but petting you could sometimes get a little awkward. I mean, you are pretty likely to get hard if I have my hands all over you all the time, hmm?