Re: Call: Preston/Steve R
Oh! [Steve is shifting papers. They thunder against each other as he tosses whatever he was doing aside and stands, the echoes of his feet on sturdy Stark flooring too low to be heard on the old phone. He understands the other man's fear, and as such, tries to ease it the only way he knows how—with solid understanding walling his tone.] Not at all. We don't do all that much between invasions, honestly. Make new uniforms. Give each other pajamas with our own logos on them. You know.
[He was joking, almost like he was talking to Bucky. His own pattern of speech matched the movement of his thoughts with near perfection. He was a private man, as most had been once upon a time, but Steve's sincerity meant the wall (not often breached by telepaths, thank God) of his thoughts was thinner than most.] You sound different on the phone.