Steve just snorted and shook his head at the age joke, taking it in stride. It was no worse than he got from his team day in and day out. Damn, he missed his team.
"Oh, trust me. I know." He grinned and cocked an eyebrow at Peter. "Vintage is hard to come by." What? He could make vintage jokes at his own expense! "Yeah, no, I hear you. Fake prints would look wrong." Ideas kept building in the back of Steve's head of things he could do to fill those blank walls and around the posters. Something groovy to bring together all the colorful elements of the store.
Their conversation got somewhat derailed by Steve's sudden possible but wrong assumption, what with Steve standing there like the proverbial deer in the headlights while Peter scrambled to reassure him that they hadn't, in fact, been anything other than friends.
Steve deflated like he was about to pass out for a moment, just from sheer relief. "Oh, God. Thank, God," he wheezed out on a sigh. He immediately raised wide eyes at Peter, hoping he hadn't offended the man. "I mean... not that you aren't... you know," he quickly put in, also gesturing with his hands. "Like, I'd totally... Okay, we should just stop," he finished, ducking his head slightly. Hashtag chagrined.
Suddenly, Steve's shoulders started shaking with silent laughter. "A perfect specimen?" he teased, bursting into laughter. "Aw. You're not so bad yourself. Man, I'm so sorry. It just... this sinking feeling came over me that I didn't even think to ask myself that before showing up here." He sighed and huffed out a relieved breath, centering himself again. "While we're on the subject, was I dating anyone when you knew me? I'd rather not give myself a heart attack every time I meet someone who remembers me, thanks."
He looked around yet again, noticing a few things out of place, some shelves in need of restocking, one shelf that looked crooked, probably broken. And dust. Dust everywhere.