Setsuna thought over Steve's words, felt a smack of sympathy, then with a smile, suggested, "Save all the dessert for yourself. I won't need it."
He was aware of how much minor cues could say about a person, but with his open nature, Setsuna failed to hide a lot of them. This counted for cheerful things, as well. Setsuna's face brightened up with affection at the hair ruffle. He had to catch himself and not reach over for a hug by habit. At least his slip was only for a moment, then he calmed.
"What are you? A 1950s housewife?" Setsuna playfully accused with the turn down of his offer (and the delivery of the food).
"I don't feel right taking advantage like this. You need anything?" he asked, before he picked up a sandwich and took a bite. By the time Steve joined him at the table, Setsuna was already on his second sandwich. Setsuna managed to nod his head, not capable of words with his mouth full.
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He was aware of how much minor cues could say about a person, but with his open nature, Setsuna failed to hide a lot of them. This counted for cheerful things, as well. Setsuna's face brightened up with affection at the hair ruffle. He had to catch himself and not reach over for a hug by habit. At least his slip was only for a moment, then he calmed.
"What are you? A 1950s housewife?" Setsuna playfully accused with the turn down of his offer (and the delivery of the food).
"I don't feel right taking advantage like this. You need anything?" he asked, before he picked up a sandwich and took a bite. By the time Steve joined him at the table, Setsuna was already on his second sandwich. Setsuna managed to nod his head, not capable of words with his mouth full.