[He isn’t even a little close to tired enough to say what just wandered through his mind– something about saving time if they just go together.
He can feel his mouth quirk upwards in a ghost of a smile and he just hopes Steve didn’t notice before the neutral-stoic look slips back over his face.
He leans back and takes the menus Steve offers and finally flops onto his back against the mattress, glancing over the choices.] Mexican sounds really good right now. [He tilts his head back to look at Steve— a smile flickers across his face. He stage-whispers: ] You’re upside down. [He laughs softly at his own stupid statement, but that smile is still on his face.]
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He can feel his mouth quirk upwards in a ghost of a smile and he just hopes Steve didn’t notice before the neutral-stoic look slips back over his face.
He leans back and takes the menus Steve offers and finally flops onto his back against the mattress, glancing over the choices.] Mexican sounds really good right now. [He tilts his head back to look at Steve— a smile flickers across his face. He stage-whispers: ] You’re upside down. [He laughs softly at his own stupid statement, but that smile is still on his face.]