Re: [Outside Vade: Atticus/Steve]
Atticus looked like he was living out of a bag, but Steve had been around men living rough for enough years that he didn't give it much thought. He thought the man looked good, rumpled shirt and all. And, while Atticus wasn't wearing cologne, he still smelled like himself, even underneath the scent of cheap soap. Though Atticus might've been trying not to notice, Steve himself smelled like wind, like skin and musk and himself. He hadn't thought to bother with cologne. They used to put it on him, back on the USO tours, but, much like before the serum, it just gave him a headache to have to smell it all the time.
Steve gave Atticus a smile, slight as it was, after the kiss, then nodded when the other man pointed the way to the nearest bar. His steps were longer, much less shuffling, but he slowed himself to keep pace with Atticus. He offered his hand between them, palm toward the man, if he wanted to take it. "Not really. He was disappointed and hurt." Steve paused a moment. "They. They were." He looked at Atticus. "I told them to talk to you."