So like...every single line of this is an arrow to the fucking heart.
Steve put both arms around him all at once, hard, the way he always had; it was only this month he’d started hesitating first. “Ask me something,” Steve said. “It’s fine.” Sam pushed his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. “I gave Natasha a stuffed Jackalope,” Steve said anyway.
The aftermath-of-trauma here is so gracefully executed, I can't bear it. (Yes I can.) You write with such gorgeous precision, I can't tell you how much I love it without the praise sounding clunky and inadequate. (I love it a lot, okay.) Thank you for another terrific update!
Re: bodyswap trash fill 6c/6
Steve put both arms around him all at once, hard, the way he always had; it was only this month he’d started hesitating first.
“Ask me something,” Steve said.
“It’s fine.” Sam pushed his forehead against Steve’s shoulder.
“I gave Natasha a stuffed Jackalope,” Steve said anyway.
The aftermath-of-trauma here is so gracefully executed, I can't bear it. (Yes I can.) You write with such gorgeous precision, I can't tell you how much I love it without the praise sounding clunky and inadequate. (I love it a lot, okay.) Thank you for another terrific update!