There was a sort of finality to the declaration, and he watched Steve's face somehow achieve an even more red colouration. He almost worried his friend was going to have some kind of brain bleed at any moment, but still he wouldn't take his arm off of his friend. "Eating makes me feel good too. And showering. And sleeping." He had a few things that he found comfort in, but it hadn't been anywhere like that, to feel that draw to another person. "I want it to be you. You... are the one I want if I was well enough for that."

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine this dame but drew a blank. Instead, he more imagined Steve kissing him sweetly, arm around his shoulders, laughter in those blue eyes. He turned his head and suddenly sought out Steve's lips, thinking of chorus girls and dames with blonde hair but nothing like the firm solid warmth of Steve.