Jonathan’s head lolls to the side, and he smirks at him. “I wasn't trying to insult you,” he says, “sorry. I just meant- I’ve been kind of aimless, lately, so. I guess I’m trying to say thank you. You’ve helped.”
Steve snorts. “What, because I’m another person for you to take care of?”
The joke falls flat between them, and Steve suppresses a wince as Jonathan considers him for a long moment. “Is that what you think you are to me?” he asks quietly after a beat, and Steve’s heart leaps up to somewhere in his throat.
Being friends with Jonathan is only weird if Steve makes it weird, right?
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through it all at least the black kit exists
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