[ He's grateful that Steve seems to drop the subject. It's not exactly a secret he's comfortable sharing just yet (because he's not sure how Steve would take the news), but maybe he'll muster the confidence for it one day. ]
Toy Story sounds good. Fun and lighthearted's totally the way to go tonight, I think.
[ Especially since all he really wants to do for the rest of the evening is to crash on Steve's couch ans sit next to him watching movies. (It's probably the closest to being able to cuddle up to the man that he'll be able to get.) He's still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol, and the sooner he's able to sit down, the better. It's honestly a relief when they finally reach the apartment, though Sam had enjoyed having an excuse to lean into Steve's space. ]
All of those are pretty good choices though - anyone recommended them to you, or did you just find those off the internet? [ He's curious since he knows Steve's been working on becoming more tech-savvy lately. ]
[Dropped for now. He might still be curious. You know, if he has someone he's interested in and all. Might be... nice... to know. Yeah.]
Toy Story it is.
[Pushing the apartment door open he let the other in first, closing it behind them and giving the other a light hand to the shoulder pat.] Make yourself at home. And, ah, the Internet. [he confessed, yes, having gotten a lot better at playing around on the internet. It wasn't so 'amazing' to him now, but it still held a lot of interesting things to look over and search.] Something about the top ten influential movies of the nineties.
[he ducked into the kitchen to grab two cold bottles of water and came back, holding one out to the other.] You might need this. [and with a smirk, tipped his head towards the living room]
[ Steve should be grateful Sam hasn't gotten all out drunk just yet, or it'd be pretty clear just who he's interested in. He nods, managing to get across the threshold and into the apartment without stumbling somehow, accepting the pat to his shoulder as an acknowledgment of this accomplishment. ]
The Internet is great for that kind of thing, but just be careful not to read the comments section on most pages. Trolls usually hang out there.
[ He eyes the couch longingly as Steve vanishes in the kitchen to resurface with some water. Taking the offered bottle, he takes that as a cue to sprawl out on the couch cushions. ]
Thanks, man.
[ He grimaces as he attempts to open his bottle of water. Really, he hadn't had that many drinks. His coordination shouldn't suck as much as it does at the moment. He's not about to ask for help (he's still got his pride), but he wouldn't say no to someone opening it for him either. This bottle is in on a conspiracy against him, he swears. ]
[ Sam, you're adorable. Don't ever change. Look at you and your drunk self. ]
Trolls? [ He paused to question that, moving to the bluray player and finding Toy Story. Dropping that in he said...] Oh, right. A bit like Stark. Trolls, I mean. [ he did learn that one, didn't he?]
[ He came over to the couch, flopping into a seat next to the other and hit play on the remote. He then cracked his own water open, reached over to take Sam's with out a word, handed Sam the already cracked open one, then opened the stolen one from Sam, to take a sip from it. ]
Did you at least have a good night out there on your own?
Yup, the Tony Stark kind of trolls. Not the kind that your buddy Thor probably deals with over where he's from. [ Which is a relief because their lives are hectic enough with some kind of alien trolls trying to conquer Earth, thank you very much.
He glances down at the opened water bottle in his hand with some mild surprise before peering up at Steve, but drinks from it dutifully when Steve takes a sip from the one that used to be his. It'll help clear his head, he knows, but he'll need to keep drinking for it to flush the alcohol out.
In the meantime, he still has an excuse to lean further back into the couch, and if that brings him a little closer to where Steve is seated, it's just plain coincidence. Or he can blame that part on the alcohol, too.
He sighs, just as the trailers end and the opening scene for Toy Story start to play. ] Good enough, I guess. I probably should've just messaged you first to see if you wanted to hang out instead of having all those other drinks.
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[ He's grateful that Steve seems to drop the subject. It's not exactly a secret he's comfortable sharing just yet (because he's not sure how Steve would take the news), but maybe he'll muster the confidence for it one day. ]
Toy Story sounds good. Fun and lighthearted's totally the way to go tonight, I think.
[ Especially since all he really wants to do for the rest of the evening is to crash on Steve's couch ans sit next to him watching movies. (It's probably the closest to being able to cuddle up to the man that he'll be able to get.) He's still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol, and the sooner he's able to sit down, the better. It's honestly a relief when they finally reach the apartment, though Sam had enjoyed having an excuse to lean into Steve's space. ]
All of those are pretty good choices though - anyone recommended them to you, or did you just find those off the internet? [ He's curious since he knows Steve's been working on becoming more tech-savvy lately. ]
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Toy Story it is.
[Pushing the apartment door open he let the other in first, closing it behind them and giving the other a light hand to the shoulder pat.] Make yourself at home. And, ah, the Internet. [he confessed, yes, having gotten a lot better at playing around on the internet. It wasn't so 'amazing' to him now, but it still held a lot of interesting things to look over and search.] Something about the top ten influential movies of the nineties.
[he ducked into the kitchen to grab two cold bottles of water and came back, holding one out to the other.] You might need this. [and with a smirk, tipped his head towards the living room]
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The Internet is great for that kind of thing, but just be careful not to read the comments section on most pages. Trolls usually hang out there.
[ He eyes the couch longingly as Steve vanishes in the kitchen to resurface with some water. Taking the offered bottle, he takes that as a cue to sprawl out on the couch cushions. ]
Thanks, man.
[ He grimaces as he attempts to open his bottle of water. Really, he hadn't had that many drinks. His coordination shouldn't suck as much as it does at the moment. He's not about to ask for help (he's still got his pride), but he wouldn't say no to someone opening it for him either. This bottle is in on a conspiracy against him, he swears. ]
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Trolls? [ He paused to question that, moving to the bluray player and finding Toy Story. Dropping that in he said...] Oh, right. A bit like Stark. Trolls, I mean. [ he did learn that one, didn't he?]
[ He came over to the couch, flopping into a seat next to the other and hit play on the remote. He then cracked his own water open, reached over to take Sam's with out a word, handed Sam the already cracked open one, then opened the stolen one from Sam, to take a sip from it. ]
Did you at least have a good night out there on your own?
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He glances down at the opened water bottle in his hand with some mild surprise before peering up at Steve, but drinks from it dutifully when Steve takes a sip from the one that used to be his. It'll help clear his head, he knows, but he'll need to keep drinking for it to flush the alcohol out.
In the meantime, he still has an excuse to lean further back into the couch, and if that brings him a little closer to where Steve is seated, it's just plain coincidence. Or he can blame that part on the alcohol, too.
He sighs, just as the trailers end and the opening scene for Toy Story start to play. ] Good enough, I guess. I probably should've just messaged you first to see if you wanted to hang out instead of having all those other drinks.