( Steve doesn't answer right away. He looks at Eddie, really looks at him, past the blood and grime and exhaustion. He studies those big brown eyes. That hair. Those lips. He thinks about the funny pang of what had to be jealousy mixed with a little bit of grief at the thought of Eddie dating another guy.
He isn't quite ready to open that door, but he's willing to knock.
They're facing down death, side-by-side in an alternate dimension. Eddie's already bared his soul. The least Steve can do is entertain the idea that he doesn't know his own as well as he'd thought.
He's not gay. He knows he's not gay. Dudes like him don't like other dudes, but he hasn't thought dudes like Eddie did, either. )
How did you know? ( He winces with a quick shake of his head. ) Not that I'm not a douche. That's not what I mean.
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He isn't quite ready to open that door, but he's willing to knock.
They're facing down death, side-by-side in an alternate dimension. Eddie's already bared his soul. The least Steve can do is entertain the idea that he doesn't know his own as well as he'd thought.
He's not gay. He knows he's not gay. Dudes like him don't like other dudes, but he hasn't thought dudes like Eddie did, either. )
How did you know? ( He winces with a quick shake of his head. ) Not that I'm not a douche. That's not what I mean.
How did you know you're... you know.