Sep 11, 2014
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Nonsexual acts of intimacy -- Your muse crying about something...
Barnes slipped into Steve’s apartment, soundless aside from the creaking of the door. He was relatively sure the Captain was asleep --at least he should be-- so he made the utmost effort to be silent. That was why he heard it, a soft, but irregular hitch of breath. Immediately on alert, he crept along the hallway towards the noise. He pushed the bedroom door open, to find the source. "Steve...?" he asked cautiously. Was Steve crying? “What… what’s wrong?” he asked, still lingering in the doorway.