Re: Janus A/Steve M
[The pale gaze lit on Steve as he moved in the sheets.] Steve. [The voice was soft, in the lower range, with a surprising growl on the edges. Or it would, if it wasn't choked up at the moment. They moved immediately closer, not hesitating, clutching the box. The contents glimmered and glinted, the dress in sequins, the silk and lace, even the plaid was there. On top one of the lipstick tubes. Janus sniffed.] Steve. They bought me presents. Atticus bought me a dress.