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[cutest-copilot.livejournal.com]

There is a little robot hanging around the Cooper farm.

No. No, not that one. That is a big robot.

This one's about the size, shape, and colour of a basketball. It's adorable as all hell and would be delighted to make your acquaintance.

Today, it is making its first foray into the Cooper house. People seem to congregate in the kitchen, so it hops up onto the table and swivels back to face the door.

Please do not mistake it for food.

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[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

Neil meets Steve's eyes, one hand still resting on his shoulder, the other falling away.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve's gaze, after a searching, desperate couple of seconds, falls away as well.

"I just..."

...no, even he doesn't know how he was planning on finishing that sentence.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He squeezes Steve's shoulder gently.

That's all.

[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Okay.

That's.

Okay.

"Thanks," says Steve again. And he stops himself from re-initiating the hug, because he's already being overfamiliar and Neil probably has better things to do and he wants to see where it might go and he doesn't want to see where it might go and there's guilt in his face all over again.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

...Good God, this man is an open book.

A heartbreakingly familiar open book, in at least some respects.

Neil tells himself that Steve is not his fourteen-year-old self, and that given certain other aspects of this situation that train of thought is unutterably weird, and then he closes his eye and gives Steve another quick one-armed hug.

This time, if you asked him what he was thinking, he wouldn't have an answer at all.