Re: FT: Atticus M/Steve M
[Steve got nervous from time to time. It was a feeling that reminded him of being young. It wasn't a bad thing. He felt eddies of it himself as the call connected, but he didn't wonder about any of it. He knew exactly why it was happening, even if he didn't want to.—Steve smiled in a virtual reflection of Atticus' own grin after the video went live, and he laughed in his warm chuckle as the man hummed to the music.] We'll have to get you Spotify, [he teased. Sometimes he liked his CDs and records himself, something nostalgic in the tactility.
He watched Atticus situate himself without comment, only offering a peak of brows and a wry smile when he was told he looked good. It could easily be a casual, friendly statement. 'Being back suits you,' being a good way to make that clear. In reality, Steve was suited by having something to focus on.] Thanks. It feels... cramped. [He laughed. He was outside the Cat and the world behind him shifted as he began to walk.] Let me show you. [A shake of his head, his gaze moving down to the phone periodically as he walked around the building.] It's fine, really. Somethings feel like I never left. [The video moved to the front camera and Steve held his phone aloft to show Atticus the slate-painted miniature house on wheels he currently called home. Even from this distance, it was obvious that there was a real risk that Steve couldn't even fit in the door.]