Steve catches the shirt out of the air, and drags it over his head. It doesn't do a thing to make him stop being aware of his legs. Time will probably do that. It probably won't explain why he'd feel less naked naked.
It also won't make him not take a second to picture Zerxus in this outfit. The conversation stops him being a little flustered, but not much else would have.
"I won't pretend to really understand," he says, but says with compassion. He's always aware of at least most of his points of serious privilege and advantage and where he got lucky in other ways. Still having his soul is a really, really broad one and it's only the start here. "Broad strokes, at best, for some parts of it."
He grabs his suit off the floor and takes it to put over an arm chair, and moves his shield out of the way to lean against the wall. Stops talking and looks at it for a moment, then shakes his head very slightly to refocus his attention to here.
"That military experiment was one particular war. That war ended, fighting didn't. Neither did the occasional attempts to use the... image. Much softer application. I sure as heck wasn't doing it in hell and alone." That's pointed. He is not mentioning his soul, thanks.
But the more he sees? The more he feels for the man, the more he wants to help and the more he realizes that there's a tactical problem they're both walking into with this-- and he's not going to stop.
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It also won't make him not take a second to picture Zerxus in this outfit. The conversation stops him being a little flustered, but not much else would have.
"I won't pretend to really understand," he says, but says with compassion. He's always aware of at least most of his points of serious privilege and advantage and where he got lucky in other ways. Still having his soul is a really, really broad one and it's only the start here. "Broad strokes, at best, for some parts of it."
He grabs his suit off the floor and takes it to put over an arm chair, and moves his shield out of the way to lean against the wall. Stops talking and looks at it for a moment, then shakes his head very slightly to refocus his attention to here.
"That military experiment was one particular war. That war ended, fighting didn't. Neither did the occasional attempts to use the... image. Much softer application. I sure as heck wasn't doing it in hell and alone." That's pointed. He is not mentioning his soul, thanks.
But the more he sees? The more he feels for the man, the more he wants to help and the more he realizes that there's a tactical problem they're both walking into with this-- and he's not going to stop.