Steve looked up at Bruce in surprise. Things always went the same way: dinner, a walk through a museum or a park, and then back to the Tower where Bruce would stay on his floor and Steve would, reluctantly, return to his own. Bruce seemed to want to change that tonight. Steve stepped closer, meeting the older man’s gaze with his own.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, resting one hand on Bruce’s chest as he spoke.
Bruce licked his lips and nodded a little. “I’m sure.” he replied, reaching up to lay his hand on Steve’s cheek. “If you want to?” he amended. “If you don’t want to, I totally understand.”
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