He glances up as Steve comes in, already feeling like he's just about soaking into the couch, which is fine, which is great, except that this is sort of like being in two separate chairs all over again, which is annoying in this superficial, buzzing in his ears sort of way. He's just about made it through the first fifty channels, and there's nothing, so he gives up, tosses the remote at Steve in a careless arc. "Knock yourself out."
He doesn't care what they end up on, as long as it's nothing that makes him have to think too hard, or crushes this carefully cultivated beginnings of relaxation, where he toes off his shoes and follows the remote over to lean his back half on Steve's shoulder and half on the couch back, kicking up his feet and nudging his way into a comfortable spot. Like Steve's part of the couch. Like Steve and the couch are both his to take over, expanding his personal space to a bubble that includes them both.
What the hell's the point of getting back inside and watching something stupid on TV if he can't be comfortable? And it's not like he's got any desire to keep any kind of space between them.
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He glances up as Steve comes in, already feeling like he's just about soaking into the couch, which is fine, which is great, except that this is sort of like being in two separate chairs all over again, which is annoying in this superficial, buzzing in his ears sort of way. He's just about made it through the first fifty channels, and there's nothing, so he gives up, tosses the remote at Steve in a careless arc. "Knock yourself out."
He doesn't care what they end up on, as long as it's nothing that makes him have to think too hard, or crushes this carefully cultivated beginnings of relaxation, where he toes off his shoes and follows the remote over to lean his back half on Steve's shoulder and half on the couch back, kicking up his feet and nudging his way into a comfortable spot. Like Steve's part of the couch. Like Steve and the couch are both his to take over, expanding his personal space to a bubble that includes them both.
What the hell's the point of getting back inside and watching something stupid on TV if he can't be comfortable? And it's not like he's got any desire to keep any kind of space between them.