( right, there's that hand on his shoulder. he can't miss that. sober, warm human contact. his eyes find Steve's again. His mouth curls into a smirk he can't hide or push down. The plate feels more like a hindrance than anything right now. )
I can always split a short stack.
( His hand covers the bottom of Steve's, steady, as he maneuvers the plate to the counter behind him and steps forward. )
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I can always split a short stack.
( His hand covers the bottom of Steve's, steady, as he maneuvers the plate to the counter behind him and steps forward. )
But first. You think I look good, Steve Rogers?