Hey, pal, if you're determined to take me out on a date, then your bowl is gonna have to get used to hearing a whole lot worse. I haven't even mentioned all the places that batter is fun to lick off, it ain't just the spoon.

[His lips tweaked up a bit, the hint of a wicked smile of years gone past, though there was a disquiet in his eyes too. It was easy to fall back on the flirting, and god knows he'd want to take Steve to bed if it ever progressed that way, but... He didn't know if he could now. He didn't know if he could ever strip down in front of anyone and show him their scars; he sure as hell didn't feel sexy, and he was certain that anyone seeing them would lose any desire for him pretty damn fast.

So he was all talk and no action.

Damn it, this whole thing was a stupid idea. Sooner or later he's going to run into something that implodes this fledgling thing between them fast... and then he's going to be stuck as his ex's neighbour. Great.

His smile has slipped a bit, getting lost in his own head for too long.]