[ Steve bends further over into Zemo's space, if only to meet him in the middle as he leans in. Without thinking, he lets one broad palm fall to the center of his back, sliding to his side as Zemo moves into his space. Steve smirks. ]
Maybe I was already out and about. [ Even though he sent him a shower selfie half an hour earlier, but who's going to tattle? He turns his head in such away that he noses Zemo's ear, intimate without being over the top, but just enough that the Sokovian Inquisition across the table whines something about PDA this and PDA that. ]
But I think I can handle the hot seat for a while.
[ Speaking of hot seat, he rounds to stand beside Zemo, hand still idle on the small of his back, and nearly poises to shake Pietro's hand when the fair haired Sokovian speaks up. ]
Nohy, you did not tell me he was this pretty in person, but we do not need to see you so happy and kissing and touching all day long, no? We are eating, it is gross. I would like to keep my fancy dinner thank you very much.
[ Pietro levels his grey eyes on Steve this time, expression pinched and scrutinizing. ] Pietro, and you must be this infamous Steven. All of Sokovia would be so very jealous of me now. It is like meeting a celebrity.
[ He snorts, sarcasm dripping from his words. Steve smiles through it all, even nudges Zemo's hip with his own to share a sliver of the high-top chair. Enough that he can tuck his arm around him, drag them flush together in the dim of the restaurant. ]
All of Sokovia, huh? That's a lot to live up to. Pretty sure I've already met the ones that matter, anyway. [ Pietro makes a wounded face, looking comically flattered before he rolls his eyes and fixes them on Zemo, full of mischief. ]
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Maybe I was already out and about. [ Even though he sent him a shower selfie half an hour earlier, but who's going to tattle? He turns his head in such away that he noses Zemo's ear, intimate without being over the top, but just enough that the Sokovian Inquisition across the table whines something about PDA this and PDA that. ]
But I think I can handle the hot seat for a while.
[ Speaking of hot seat, he rounds to stand beside Zemo, hand still idle on the small of his back, and nearly poises to shake Pietro's hand when the fair haired Sokovian speaks up. ]
Nohy, you did not tell me he was this pretty in person, but we do not need to see you so happy and kissing and touching all day long, no? We are eating, it is gross. I would like to keep my fancy dinner thank you very much.
[ Pietro levels his grey eyes on Steve this time, expression pinched and scrutinizing. ] Pietro, and you must be this infamous Steven. All of Sokovia would be so very jealous of me now. It is like meeting a celebrity.
[ He snorts, sarcasm dripping from his words. Steve smiles through it all, even nudges Zemo's hip with his own to share a sliver of the high-top chair. Enough that he can tuck his arm around him, drag them flush together in the dim of the restaurant. ]
All of Sokovia, huh? That's a lot to live up to. Pretty sure I've already met the ones that matter, anyway. [ Pietro makes a wounded face, looking comically flattered before he rolls his eyes and fixes them on Zemo, full of mischief. ]