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Sometimes Steve stops and thinks about how strange it is to have someone in your life who quickly became so necessary, so vital.

Sometimes he just appreciates the fact that he has someone like that, that he is someone like that, and that this someone comes so willingly into his arms.

It's a strange feeling sometimes. It's a good feeling, always.


He closes the door to their room and leans back against it, watching Orpheus, a faint smile on his lips.


[ooc: Pre-emptive adult content warning.]