Date: 2015-04-07 06:39 pm (UTC)
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The Smithsonian had confirmed things for him but also left him with a lot more questions as well. The confirmation had been enough to drive him to find his friend, to settle in with Steve who had all the answers that the Smithsonian did not. There were faces there in the exhibits that were shadows of a life he still couldn't remember well, but it had been his initial lifeline back then. Now it seemed so paltry considering all the wild stories that Steve told him about the war, Brooklyn, their friendship, the stupid stuff they had done for no other reason than to do it.

He made no effort to move away from Steve, no effort to stop kissing the soft skin that had just a hint of sweat on it. He sucked a hickey into one spot on Steve's neck, but he knew that it would fade quickly and didn't care one bit. He slowly relaxed even more, his motions slowing, his belly full of good food, his mind a pleasant haze of all the good things they had done and would do. He closed his eyes, nestled his face into Steve's neck and slowly drifted off he sleep, completely uncaring about the state of the room that they were occupying. All that mattered was that they were together and they were relatively safe.
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