[ A wrinkle appears across Steve's forehead as he focuses, trying both to not hurt Billy and to get it bandaged well. But soon it's done, and Steve's content that Billy isn't about to lose his arm in the next hour or so.
Yeah? [ the forehead wrinkle deepens as he watches Billy move the shoulder, concerned he's going to do something to bust it up already. But it looks fine. It might be a miracle, it could turn out fine. ]
Did you eat, before you went storming over to kick Mickey's ass?
[ speaking of turning into your parents, steve might be turning into his mom, who spends her entire time home making sure steve eats. ]
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[ He runs his fingers through Steve's hair. ] But being with you is pretty great.
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except-- ]
Hey, hey. Hold still. Let me get your arm first.
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He does appreciate it, but he has to act tough about it. Still, a small smile manages to break through his tough exterior. ]
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He lets his hands drop. ]
How's it feel?
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It's fine. [ He yawns. It's been a tiring day. ]
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Did you eat, before you went storming over to kick Mickey's ass?
[ speaking of turning into your parents, steve might be turning into his mom, who spends her entire time home making sure steve eats. ]
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[ But his stomach growls loudly at the thought of food, betraying him. He scowls. Steve can mom him but he doesn't have to like it.
...Okay, he likes it a little. ]