Re: [Outside Vade: Atticus/Steve]
Steve had gone inside with Atticus. He ducked under the doorjamb, hands sliding into his pockets, and he joined the other man at the bar. He leaned against it with an elbow, hand staying where it was. He glanced at the bartender, before turning his attention to Atticus. He listened to the man, his expression the sort of earnest that'd been harnessed once for those war bonds, and he looked down only once, to watch Atticus' thick fingers work at the peanut shell.
His idea of dating was clearly different from Atticus', but that wasn't surprising. He, Steve, probably had more old-fashioned notions. In his day, the kind of intent shown by all parties was enough to brand it 'dating,' and he'd gone and assumed it was that across the board for all of them, when he really should've asked. "Yeah, but it seems silly." He looked up, to meet dark gaze. Again, he listened. Steve took a moment to process how Atticus perceived the situation, then sighed as the bartender started toward them. "But you want it to work?"
He looked to the approaching man, then to the menu. He ordered one of the local IPAs, then smiled at Atticus. "Thanks."