[It's a little like watching a snake-charmed, and Steve has yet to decide how deeply unsettling he finds it. Part of him is willing to admit it's necessary, lancing an infection, but the other--
He draws a bit of a breath, smooths his hand across the small corner of table he's claimed as his own.]
I'm game.
[He's not. He's really not, but the memory of the hope in James' face and in his voice aren't lost on him. Steve's never backed down from anything in his life, even (especially) when he knew better.]
no subject
He draws a bit of a breath, smooths his hand across the small corner of table he's claimed as his own.]
I'm game.
[He's not. He's really not, but the memory of the hope in James' face and in his voice aren't lost on him. Steve's never backed down from anything in his life, even (especially) when he knew better.]
I'll even make the pancakes myself.