No. I don't need it. [ 'it', but really, the only option there is Alva. he's the only one andyr's ever trusted himself with, the only one that could really talk him down from this out of those that're here. maybe posie would've worked, but posie didn't come with them. the only someone it would possibly be is Alva, but Andyr isn't going to make the habit of running to him at every tense moment here. Not with Miray around. Not with what they'll be going back to, eventually, either. He'd never needed tending to by anyone else before, he's not about to start that now. even if he was just dragged out of a depression pool by a stranger. we're ignoring that part for now.
though his body's built to withstand a lot, there's still a shiver that runs through him, standing in steve's room, still wet and dressed in his soaked pants from hapsburg, the chill of space getting into his bones, and making the metal ports at his back uncomfortably cold. reasons he generally tends to sleep with a shirt on, regardless of how hot or cold the room is. andyr's quick to take up that towel and wrap it around himself, nudging himself out of his pants with little ado, already too used to be nude around strangers to much care about Steve seeing him. the sooner he can get this water off of him, the better. silently, he goes about drying off, before pulling the clothes steve had given him on, even if they're a bit big, the legs a bit too long in a way that makes andyr snort as he looks down at the fabric pooling over his bare feet, when he's dressed. ] Not short enough, I guess.
[ you. in that you're shorter than alva, but not short enough that your pants don't look a little ridiculous on him. not that he'd ever tried on alva's pants, but andyr's pretty sure they'd look even more stupid on him.
towel still pulled up over his hair, and laid against the top of his back, wrapped his shoulders like a really small blanket, he's already feeling lighter with the majority of the water off him, only clinging to quickly drying hair, and andyr slumps back, to sit at the edge of the bed, body slouched forward, as he glances to steve's back, and then around the room, observing details here and there. eventually, his eyes land on the red, white and blue shield, propped next to the bed, andyr lifting a foot to idly push at it. ] The hell's this supposed to be?
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though his body's built to withstand a lot, there's still a shiver that runs through him, standing in steve's room, still wet and dressed in his soaked pants from hapsburg, the chill of space getting into his bones, and making the metal ports at his back uncomfortably cold. reasons he generally tends to sleep with a shirt on, regardless of how hot or cold the room is. andyr's quick to take up that towel and wrap it around himself, nudging himself out of his pants with little ado, already too used to be nude around strangers to much care about Steve seeing him. the sooner he can get this water off of him, the better. silently, he goes about drying off, before pulling the clothes steve had given him on, even if they're a bit big, the legs a bit too long in a way that makes andyr snort as he looks down at the fabric pooling over his bare feet, when he's dressed. ] Not short enough, I guess.
[ you. in that you're shorter than alva, but not short enough that your pants don't look a little ridiculous on him. not that he'd ever tried on alva's pants, but andyr's pretty sure they'd look even more stupid on him.
towel still pulled up over his hair, and laid against the top of his back, wrapped his shoulders like a really small blanket, he's already feeling lighter with the majority of the water off him, only clinging to quickly drying hair, and andyr slumps back, to sit at the edge of the bed, body slouched forward, as he glances to steve's back, and then around the room, observing details here and there. eventually, his eyes land on the red, white and blue shield, propped next to the bed, andyr lifting a foot to idly push at it. ] The hell's this supposed to be?