[Milliways]: Reunion

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus had dutifully eaten, if not as much as Steve wanted him to, at least enough to be able to say he was taking care of himself.

And after...well, upstairs had seemed like a good idea. Especially good considering this was the first time it was Orpheus who hadn't seen Steve in over a month rather than the other way around. He tugs Steve into the room with a smile, not willing to let go of him even for a second.

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[golden_lyre]

"Hm?" Orpheus murmurs.

"Oh, right. Suppose we should have stopped to get your things on the way."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve traces Orpheus's collarbones with his fingertips.

"I'd like to keep the other room."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is silent for a long, long moment, frowning.

"Oh."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've never really had space of my own," Steve says softly. "I've always shared with someone. My mother, Bucky, thirty chorus girls ... Even now we're in tents, and in barracks back in England.

"When you're not here, I'd just like something that's mine. And it's a really nice room. Bar even gave me a record player."

[golden_lyre]

"No, yeah, that makes sense," Orpheus offers after another pause.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I still want to be with you as much as possible when you're here."


[ooc: Gotta sleep.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods.

"Yeah, of course."


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his shoulder and moves off Orpheus, keeping his arms around him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves with him, lightly trailing his fingers over Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes his arm and kisses his face.

[golden_lyre]

After a moment, Orpheus says hesitantly, "I liked thinking of you here."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back to look at him. "You do?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," he says softly. "And the possibility that you might be here waiting for me when I came in."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, pleased, and leans his head on his hand.

"I think I like that, too."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tucks his arm under his head. "But I suppose you should have your own space."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve touches Orpheus's chest. "I still have my key."

[golden_lyre]

"Do you? I thought you'd have left it with Bar."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head. "Nope."

[golden_lyre]

"You're always welcome here," Orpheus says carefully.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve says softly, touching Orpheus's stomach gently, "if you want me to move back in, just say so."

[golden_lyre]

"I thought I had," Orpheus says.

"I want you to, but I don't want you to do it just for me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, is that what you meant?" Steve teases softly, his fingers still tracing shapes over Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, clearly I'll have to try to be less obtuse from now on," Orpheus remarks dryly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Was 'we should get your things' an invitation to move back in?"

[golden_lyre]

"It was, yeah," Orpheus says. "I didn't think it needed to be engraved."