The first time it happened they were sitting on the couch, Steve's foot propped up on a pillow on the table. It wasn't anything life threatening, but nothing and no one could get the soldier to sit down and let his body do its work naturally, not until Thor arrived. Somehow in the end he had convinced him until there was coffee in one hand and the other waved through the air as he talked about...something. He couldn't remember now, it wasn't important. All he knows is that he was talking, stuck on whatever it was and completely ignoring the tv playing his favorite weather special because the thunderer had found a topic Steve was so passionate over, it canceled out everything else. Except that look. Halfway or three fourths way hrough his speech, he couldn't be sure, he kept found catching Thor's eyes. That was all well and good, though somewhat embarrasing he smiled back a little harder than he thought necessary everytime, but the curl to the Asgardian's smile and the amusement? pratically shining from him was distracting. "What?" He finally asked after taking a deep gulp of the contents of his mug, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop. Thor shook his head in the negative, one shoulder pulling up in a nothing is wrong here gesture. And Steve was tempted to squint at him, that amusement, no, fondness? Happiness? That something was still there in his expression. "Do continue I am interested in the rest." "You're not just humoring me are you?" He couldn't help being a little skeptical. It had been, he checked the clock on the far wall, thirty minutes already and he very rarely talked quite this passionately all in one shot. "No. Believe me Steven, I am invested. I want to hear what you have to say." He nodded encouragingly, eyes watching him as if he were the most fascinating thing he'd ever come across above the rim of his coffee cup when he took his own sip. And the soldier believed him. Continuing on, he was somewhere back into it when he rested his hand on Thor's knee. He was emphasizing a point he thought or assuring him with a squeeze when he felt it. Warm fingers traced over the back of his hand, almost careful like he might just pull away, but he didn't. Fingers became the entire comforting weight of his hand, distinctly larger than his own resting atop his. And he found now he was smiling for an entirely different eason as at first he did nothing in response. It felt so natural, like they'd always been so quietly intimate on his couch, but something was missing. He flipped his palm upward then, had to reach up to catch Thor's retracting hand and intertwined their fingers. Better. That was better. "You know, you promised to share something if I did." He realized he'd fallen silent for some reason, body pressing into the warmth of the other's more muscled build when he did. It shouldn't matter, something so small like this, but it did and the soldier grinned when slightly chapped lips met his own in a gentle brush of affection. "I believe you are right. Of Asgard I presume?" "Yeah," he chuckled, squeezing the hand in his. "Anything is good. Just go on, I've talked too much already."
