“He is pretty scary in a hot sort of way,” Steve says, maybe a little too loudly. He’s not trying to cause too much of a scene as he drops into a provided chair with a back. He’ll just sit normally, knees apart and hands resting on his thighs. He’s not trying to hide himself, there’s really nothing to hide. He’s pale. He’s scrawny. There’s a scar on his chest from an open heart surgery and his back shows signs that it wasn’t always straight.
He looks like a naked mole rat or one of those hairless cats and he’s already on the verge of shivering. He grits his teeth against it, but the teacher is already kindly upping the temperature.
“He’s my best friend. More like a brother. We’ve known each other for thirteen years.” Steve isn’t looking at Amy. And he’s absolutely not looking at Bucky. There’s already pink splotches on his cheeks and that’s enough.
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“He is pretty scary in a hot sort of way,” Steve says, maybe a little too loudly. He’s not trying to cause too much of a scene as he drops into a provided chair with a back. He’ll just sit normally, knees apart and hands resting on his thighs. He’s not trying to hide himself, there’s really nothing to hide. He’s pale. He’s scrawny. There’s a scar on his chest from an open heart surgery and his back shows signs that it wasn’t always straight.
He looks like a naked mole rat or one of those hairless cats and he’s already on the verge of shivering. He grits his teeth against it, but the teacher is already kindly upping the temperature.
“He’s my best friend. More like a brother. We’ve known each other for thirteen years.” Steve isn’t looking at Amy. And he’s absolutely not looking at Bucky. There’s already pink splotches on his cheeks and that’s enough.