Steve isn't sure he's all that good, when it comes right down to it. He's aware he's got some kind of quality that people seem to admire, and he's not above playing it up, either to amuse or inspire, but ultimately he just feels sort of...average. Maybe a little more reckless than most, maybe a little more compassionate to the weak than some, but just a guy, in the end. A kid from Brooklyn.
Erskine called him a good man. It was flattering, and he wants to live up to that, but hell, maybe humility is the greatest good. He tries not to overanalyze himself.
It seems like it might be impossible to overanalyze Loki. He's way more complex, maybe a little out of the usual boundaries of Steve's comprehension. He'll try anyway, especially when it seems so obvious he needs to be cared about, and needs a friend.
While Loki takes off his shirt, Steve fusses with the witch hazel, pouring a little onto a gauze pad, then hesitating as he sees how gingerly the other man moves. He knew it was bad, but he wasn't sure how bad it was. The raw wrists aren't a surprise, but the rest...
He takes in a slow, hissing breath between his teeth, and looks physically pained. It's not so much the wounds themselves as the lack of caution and self-care they represent. And because his poker face is not the greatest, Steve's worry is immediately apparent. It's almost a sad-puppy expression. He moves closer again, touching Loki's shoulder to turn him a little. "You're supposed to say 'you should see the other guy'," he tells him quietly.
And Steve, for one, had better not see the other guy in this equation any time soon, because he might have to offer a piece of his mind and a punch in the jaw. Consensual this may have been, but clearly not responsible, and coupled with the clear lack of first aid and emotional care...
"This isn't someone you see regularly, right? One night stand kind of thing? Because I don't want you to--"
Pause. Okay, he has no right to dictate Loki's relationships or hookups. He starts over."Because in my opinion, you deserve someone who'll pay more attention to what they're doing. Okay? Please."
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Erskine called him a good man. It was flattering, and he wants to live up to that, but hell, maybe humility is the greatest good. He tries not to overanalyze himself.
It seems like it might be impossible to overanalyze Loki. He's way more complex, maybe a little out of the usual boundaries of Steve's comprehension. He'll try anyway, especially when it seems so obvious he needs to be cared about, and needs a friend.
While Loki takes off his shirt, Steve fusses with the witch hazel, pouring a little onto a gauze pad, then hesitating as he sees how gingerly the other man moves. He knew it was bad, but he wasn't sure how bad it was. The raw wrists aren't a surprise, but the rest...
He takes in a slow, hissing breath between his teeth, and looks physically pained. It's not so much the wounds themselves as the lack of caution and self-care they represent. And because his poker face is not the greatest, Steve's worry is immediately apparent. It's almost a sad-puppy expression. He moves closer again, touching Loki's shoulder to turn him a little. "You're supposed to say 'you should see the other guy'," he tells him quietly.
And Steve, for one, had better not see the other guy in this equation any time soon, because he might have to offer a piece of his mind and a punch in the jaw. Consensual this may have been, but clearly not responsible, and coupled with the clear lack of first aid and emotional care...
"This isn't someone you see regularly, right? One night stand kind of thing? Because I don't want you to--"
Pause. Okay, he has no right to dictate Loki's relationships or hookups. He starts over."Because in my opinion, you deserve someone who'll pay more attention to what they're doing. Okay? Please."