[ he tries to think back, scratching at his (poorly tamed) bedhead. his eyes are going right to steve as he strips, trying to keep the hunger from his eyes. ]
No. I mean... I guess, tangentially? [ a beat. he drums his hands against his legs. ] ... I was thinking about Hawkins. And... how much of a dick I was being yesterday to the both of you? But no bats.
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[ he tries to think back, scratching at his (poorly tamed) bedhead. his eyes are going right to steve as he strips, trying to keep the hunger from his eyes. ]
No. I mean... I guess, tangentially? [ a beat. he drums his hands against his legs. ] ... I was thinking about Hawkins. And... how much of a dick I was being yesterday to the both of you? But no bats.