Now his hand is seesawing back and forth, traveling in a line across his body, extending out towards Steve. Like he needs the momentum to find words, and maybe he does, because they keep rolling, stung into self-defense by that tone, and, okay, he gets it, he is not easy, he is difficult to deal with and always has been, but that hurts. The patronization. Like now that the first fear is gone, Steve's slid straight into disdain. Like it shouldn't have mattered.
"So you think if I came back because I felt bad that you were alone all weekend, and found out that not only were you not alone, but you looked pretty cheerful and were with someone you routinely slept with, for years, I should have just let that roll and come joined you two on the couch? It didn't really look like I was needed. You seemed to be doing just fine, so what does it matter why I came or why leaving, then," his hand is slicing now, fingers rigid, moving faster to section the air in front of his torso, "seemed like the better idea?"
He's staring at Steve, feeling more defensive than ever, and also like a train is bearing down on him so he might as well just jump off the bridge.
"Okay? You are the reason I came, end of story. What the hell other reason would I have to come here instead of go home?"
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Date: 2013-02-07 08:59 pm (UTC)Now his hand is seesawing back and forth, traveling in a line across his body, extending out towards Steve. Like he needs the momentum to find words, and maybe he does, because they keep rolling, stung into self-defense by that tone, and, okay, he gets it, he is not easy, he is difficult to deal with and always has been, but that hurts. The patronization. Like now that the first fear is gone, Steve's slid straight into disdain. Like it shouldn't have mattered.
"So you think if I came back because I felt bad that you were alone all weekend, and found out that not only were you not alone, but you looked pretty cheerful and were with someone you routinely slept with, for years, I should have just let that roll and come joined you two on the couch? It didn't really look like I was needed. You seemed to be doing just fine, so what does it matter why I came or why leaving, then," his hand is slicing now, fingers rigid, moving faster to section the air in front of his torso, "seemed like the better idea?"
He's staring at Steve, feeling more defensive than ever, and also like a train is bearing down on him so he might as well just jump off the bridge.
"Okay? You are the reason I came, end of story. What the hell other reason would I have to come here instead of go home?"