[ His head lifts at the sound of his name— for the second, third time so far? The ship is full of familiar face. He hasn't yet decided whether he ought to be glad about that yet.
Doesn't understand what they're dealing with yet.
Multiverse. Timelines. That's what's going through his head when this particular face comes hobbling over to him. It's a combination of that almost-familiar face and the excitement in the guy's demeanor as he makes his way toward Steve that has him freezing up, letting a stranger embrace him for a second while they're both barely clothed. His own arms hang awkwardly at his sides, and he nearly loses his balance to topple them both over. Manages to shift his weight so that his back slams into the wall behind him, knocking his head.
The beard again. That gets a puff of air past his lips, a wry sound that could be a laugh if the circumstances were different. ]
Whoa - hey. Sorry. [ The apology is genuine, if hinting at weariness. It's been a while since his body couldn't keep up with the rest of him. He can adapt, he just doesn't like it.
His hands find the guy's shoulders, lightly urging him back. Body space. ] Think you might have me confused with someone else. [ Another Steve.
A pause. Tension etched into his features. ] What's your name?
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Doesn't understand what they're dealing with yet.
Multiverse. Timelines. That's what's going through his head when this particular face comes hobbling over to him. It's a combination of that almost-familiar face and the excitement in the guy's demeanor as he makes his way toward Steve that has him freezing up, letting a stranger embrace him for a second while they're both barely clothed. His own arms hang awkwardly at his sides, and he nearly loses his balance to topple them both over. Manages to shift his weight so that his back slams into the wall behind him, knocking his head.
The beard again. That gets a puff of air past his lips, a wry sound that could be a laugh if the circumstances were different. ]
Whoa - hey. Sorry. [ The apology is genuine, if hinting at weariness. It's been a while since his body couldn't keep up with the rest of him. He can adapt, he just doesn't like it.
His hands find the guy's shoulders, lightly urging him back. Body space. ] Think you might have me confused with someone else. [ Another Steve.
A pause. Tension etched into his features. ] What's your name?