He watched Steve go subtly, but there was nothing more that he could do aside from bust down the door and try to get his way, which he had promised them both that he wouldn't do. He remained fighting his disappointment and trying to figure out his own emotions on the matter, considering the warm sensation that had suffused him previously. He was always trusting and warm with Steve, but that had been different after all, it had been on a physical level rather than the usual comfort that came mentally. He had felt high-strung rather than calmed in that situation, something that generally only happened during battle.
He eased away from the bedroom given he had lost interest and wandered to the kitchen area where they had eaten previously. He had ten minutes to burn, and that seemed like a long time to wander. He found his uniform clean and folded, so in light of the day starting and the previous known discomfort by Steve, he pulled on his military fatigues and his leather vest, zipping and strapping it on securely. He armed himself with his knifes because they were there and then returned to the bedroom in order to search up a brush for his hair, which had not settled down overmuch since he had slept. He lurked in a corner of the room because of the old habit of doing so brushing out the tangles of his hair until it lay flat and untangled around his face and waited for Steve to make another appearance.
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Date: 2014-09-18 04:54 am (UTC)He eased away from the bedroom given he had lost interest and wandered to the kitchen area where they had eaten previously. He had ten minutes to burn, and that seemed like a long time to wander. He found his uniform clean and folded, so in light of the day starting and the previous known discomfort by Steve, he pulled on his military fatigues and his leather vest, zipping and strapping it on securely. He armed himself with his knifes because they were there and then returned to the bedroom in order to search up a brush for his hair, which had not settled down overmuch since he had slept. He lurked in a corner of the room because of the old habit of doing so brushing out the tangles of his hair until it lay flat and untangled around his face and waited for Steve to make another appearance.