Yeah and-- I don't know. Never mind. It's probably weird to go into it. ( he's not sure why he even started down the path where he tells eddie about any details of his love life but it had started to come out. steve resists the urge to rub at his neck again, tries to keep it cool.

be cool, he repeats to himself, and almost misses when eddie speaks. )

Couch it is. ( eddie grins and steve matches it, grins back as he sweeps a hand toward the couch like he's leading the way and eddie can't see the thing. he snorts at the comment though, shakes his head. )

Nah, don't worry about that. No one will notice if you do even if that couch is probably worth, yeah, like three grand? I spilled beer on it before my parents visited last time and my mom didn't notice though she swears it's her favorite thing in the house. ( or that may be the piano, or the vases from italy, or some other piece ordered in an abandoned for either steve or the maids that still come around to deal with.

steve leads them to the couch and then sits down so he's sitting with his shoulder pressed to the back, plenty of room in front of him for eddie. he clears his throat. ) How do we do this? ( his shirt is partially hiding the marks but he guesses that eddie can work around that. )