[When they'd first met, years and years ago, Koby's wide-eyed, earnest nerdiness (as Steve has put it) had bumped up against Steve's carefree, cool-guy persona in predictable ways: he'd rambled about maps, Steve had been careless and the slightest bit oblivious, Koby had huffed and scowled in response. But there'd never been friction, not really, because even if Steve did an excellent job at being someone more concerned about the hair on his head than the thoughts inside it, he wasn't dumb. He was one of the most observant, perceptive people Koby had ever, ever met.
Which had only gotten more acute with time, of course. Koby's ears are bright, refracting starlight in that new way he has, knowing damn well how perceived he is in that moment. But Steve doesn't point it out, doesn't laugh, because he's nice too. He's always so damn nice, and Koby should know better than to let it make him feel special and yet...
He swallows hard, glancing up, then nodding and clearing his throat.] Hold -- out your hands again. Okay?
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Which had only gotten more acute with time, of course. Koby's ears are bright, refracting starlight in that new way he has, knowing damn well how perceived he is in that moment. But Steve doesn't point it out, doesn't laugh, because he's nice too. He's always so damn nice, and Koby should know better than to let it make him feel special and yet...
He swallows hard, glancing up, then nodding and clearing his throat.] Hold -- out your hands again. Okay?