[ It's not Sam's fault that the teasing words hit a sore spot, more so when he turns thoughtful like that and continues. Steve's lips part to defensively ask why's that?, then shut again, walls beginning to edge back into place before the lurch in his chest slips through. ]
Speaking of being a lousy date - [ he disentangles himself from Sam's grip, cocking his head to one side. ] - I've gotta run to a corner shop. [ He's supposed to be on a beer run.
Steve lets the twist in his mouth turn into something more like a half formed, apologetic smile ] Thanks for the dance lesson.
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Speaking of being a lousy date - [ he disentangles himself from Sam's grip, cocking his head to one side. ] - I've gotta run to a corner shop. [ He's supposed to be on a beer run.
Steve lets the twist in his mouth turn into something more like a half formed, apologetic smile ] Thanks for the dance lesson.
[ He needs some air. ]