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[sentbydpd]

[The trip is quiet, interrupted by post-punk fed from his phone through a wireless dock. Connor's not much one for smalltalk, finding it awkward and a little unnecessary now that they've met and made a decision and exchanged the most summarized version of life stories. The only indication of what's to come that he gives is a lingering touch at the small of Sean's back when he summons the elevator to take it up.

Connor's apartment is nice; an upper floor, close to the square, with quiet neighbors (most of the time) and a lovely view of the city from the little wrought-iron balcony outside. It's not a huge space, but it suffices for himself and his dog, who the instant they'd stepped through the door, had started vigorously sniffing at Sean's shoes. Connor can't help but laugh a little as he kneels down and ruffles his hands through the dog's ruff, earning himself a lick to the underside of his chin.]

Brought a friend tonight, boy. Say hi.

[The prompting has the mountain of white fluff looking up at Sean curiously, once more sniffing at him then giving him the biggest doggy smile.]

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[It's a real nice place that Connor's living at. It feels huge to Sean, who's mostly used to renting apartments that barely meet Detroit's housing standards (and sometimes don't, but hey, when the rent's cheap, you keep your mouth shut). The balcony has what looks like a gorgeous view, but his eyes are entirely on the big fluffy fellow sniffing at Sean's shoes. He toes them off and crouches down, offering the back of his hand for Musubi to get a good sniff of. The dog looks friendly, but Sean's still not going to ruin a hook-up by getting overeager, and getting bit by a dog. Nothing sours the mood so much as stitches in Emergency.

Hello there! Oh you're even fluffier in person! Just look at you!

[Once he's sure his hands won't be unwelcome, Sean eagerly sets both hands on Musubi's fluffy body and gives him a few good ruffle pats.]

Oh look at you! Look at you! Aw bless, what a lovely fluffy boy you are! Aren't you just the smiliest boy! What a fluffy boy! What a good fluffy boy!

[Sean temporarily loses himself in patting and fluffing Musubi up, before finally backing off. Well, no matter what happens, he got to meet and pet a friendly dog, and honestly, what day isn't a good day after that? He finally straightens back up, giving Connor a broad grin.]

He's a lovely dog.

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[Watching Sean interacting with his dog is incredibly cute, and for a moment Connor is terribly taken, one hand under his arm with the opposite hand against his face, the corner of his nail between his teeth. He waits until Musubi trots off on his own before finally sliding a hand back around Sean's back and turning to face him.]

Now that you're dog-approved I think I can show you around.

[His lip comes in between his teeth briefly as he hovers a few inches away, head bowed.

This is the kitchen, living room's behind me. TV stays on so Musubi doesn't start howling out of boredom. Bedroom's just off the hall there. [He nods his head toward the tiny corridor that barely counts as a hallway, with the closed bathroom door across from it. He backs up without letting his hands fall away, silently encouraging Sean to follow him.]

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[The moment Connor's hand rests on Sean's back again, it's about all he can think of. Well, that, and what's coming next. Fuck he's cute. The way his teeth pull a little at his lower lip just gets Sean to hone right in on it. He wants nothing more than to touch Connor - and to be touched back.]

It's a lovely place, perfect for you and the dog. Though we should let him watch his shows in peace, don't want to interrupt him any.

[Sean eagerly follows, very receptive to everything Connor's body language is saying. He's happy to just step into Connor's space as they make their way down that short hall, and into the bedroom. Soon as they're inside, Sean lets himself be bold, just ducking in for a kiss, and finally getting to taste those beautiful lips.]

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[The kiss is returned smoothly, even eagerly as Connor leans against the door to close it; the last thing they want is cold dog nose against a bare leg and big, curious eyes peeking over the edge of his bed. Which is on the bigger side, with pillows strewn across it haphazardly, unmade but not in terrible disarray. He breathes a soft laugh against Sean's lips when they part, backing off just enough to open the top buttons of his shirt and leave the rest for the other to attend.]

Got a preference? [He has to ask, because if it's left up to him, he'd end up flipflopping and eventually just licking everything he'd be allowed.]

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[Sean's all too happy to take over unbuttoning Connor's shirt, letting his hands drag down the cop's body. One thing you can say for the DPD; they know how to keep it tight.]

Anyway you like. Just tell me how you want it.

[He tugs Connor's shirt out of his pants, getting that last button so he can lay it wide open and see him - and see what scars he's hiding under there. It occurs to Sean that yes, he does have something he wants to do first, before anything else. He smirks as he rests a hand on Connor's belt, tucking his fingers just inside his pants. His knuckles rub against the skin there, fingertips exploring the contents inside Connor's pants.]

Actually, one preference. How about you let me properly thank you for getting me out a bad situation.

[And with that, Sean nudges Connor back towards the bed, urging him to sit down on it, so Sean can get on his knees in front of him.]

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[Connor's not ripped, but he's very lean, just a little bit soft around the edges, with the freckles that pepper his face creeping down along his neck, shoulders and chest, one or two larger spots further down on his stomach. There are a few scars, mostly innocuous, one bullet wound up high on his left bicep, a strange circular scar just below his ribcage, over his solar plexus.

He groans quietly, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the touch and tug at his belt.]

You don't have to- [But there he goes anyway, and now Connor's seated at the foot of his bed, knees parted to accommodate the body between them. He leans back on one hand while the other cards through Sean's hair, holding it back away from his brow.] I get the feeling you weren't exactly honest about why they had it out for you.

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[Look at him. So handsome. Sean settles between those thighs and looks up at Connor, taking him in. He keeps that hand curled in Connor's belt, but he puts that final destination out of his mind for a moment. There's other things to do first, and he leans up to do them, dragging his tongue over the circular scar just under his ribcage. He loves the texture of scar tissue on his tongue, loves pressing himself against the marks on Connor like he can absorb his history just by touching him. His lips close over the scar and he sucks on it next, carefully watching for Connor's reaction, getting to know his tells. The freckles are a surprise, and Sean chuckles a little to himself as he reaches the larger spots on Connor's stomach, subjecting them to the same licks and soft sucking.]

Mmmm, I want to. I really want to. It's my favorite part.

[He finally gets back to Connor's belt, opening it up, and getting started on his fly. And Sean just smirks up at him as he pulls the zipper down.]

I really did say that their parents must have been goatfuckers. Not my finest moment, I admit. And maybe I left a little out but... don't worry about it. I promise you, it was all incredibly stupid and pointless, and not worth thinking twice about.

[And to make sure Connor doesn't think twice, Sean slides a hand into Connor's fly, wraps around his cock and gives him a squeeze.]

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[Connor sucks in a long breath as attention is paid to both his freckles and scars, a rash of goosebumps running up his arms at the sensation of Sean's tongue higher up on his stomach. He sighs quietly as his head falls to rest against his shoulder, eyes still trained on Sean's face, though they flick to the other's hands as one wraps around him through his shorts.]

The biggest reactions usually do come from the stupidest shit. [That much, he can agree on. He'll just hope that the degree of stupid they're talking about is really just that, and that he won't be fishing Sean's corpse out of the river. But he'd rather focus on this, and the gentle ministrations that have him hard enough that the texture of his underthings is a little annoying against the head of his cock. He'll just lean back a little further and support himself on both hands, giving Sean room to work.

When it comes out, the most obvious things Sean would see are that Connor's cut, and there's another one of those freckles near the base, hair dark but neat, shaft curving subtly. In short, it's rather picturesque, as far as dicks go.]

It's been a while. You might not be down there long.

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[Sean will never stop being amused by how many American men are circumcised. Absolutely nothing bad about it of course, just the style over here. It's a nice cock though, absolutely lovely. You could put this on your wall. Just put a little frame around and one of those artist cards, y'know. Title: beautiful, beautiful cock. Artist: Connor. Medium: dick.]

Oh that's fine. You go ahead and come when you're ready. I'll be down here as long or as little as you need me. And don't worry about me. I don't mind things getting a little rough, if that's how you like it.

[He moves a little more of his underwear out of the way to get a good unobstructed view of that cock. Sean starts off by pressing his lips against the head of Connor's cock, treating him to a sort of kiss, the kind with tongue. And while his hand wraps around the base of him, Sean parts his lips and slides Connor's head inside of them, giving him a suck. He's got a nice taste to him too, musky and a little sweaty, but still pleasant. Sean can tell how tidy Connor is. Even if he just got off a long shift, he must have had a nice long shower this morning.

The hand on the base of Connor's cock gives him a squeeze, and a few gentle pumps. If it's been a while for him, then Sean won't try to overstimulate him. It's always tempting to push someone to come quickly as they can, but Sean wants to enjoy this. He spreads his own legs a little, his cock pressing against the fly of his jeans. He's already getting hard, just from touching Connor.

While Sean slowly starts to sink his mouth down further on Connor's cock, his free hand reaches up to settle on Connor's thigh, giving it a rub as Sean does his best to make Detroit's Finest forget about everything - the bodies, the crime, the paperwork, everything.]

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[There's a long, soft, breathy little moan as Sean's tongue drags over him, his fingers curling into the folds of his duvet.]

Just, stay slow.

[His lip pulls back in between his teeth and his head falls back, eyes mostly closed still. There's something wonderfully decadent about getting blown slow and easy like this, and it makes his nerves tingle in waves with the motion of Sean's tongue and lips against his skin.

He wasn't lying when he said it would probably be fast. He's already climbing up to his orgasm with each deft, slow movement and the pressure that comes when Sean properly sucks down. The blush that had been blooming across his cheeks is creeping down the sides of his neck to his shoulders and part of his chest. Precum seeps languidly across Sean's tongue, warm and bitter.]

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[Sean chuckles a little. As Connor's finding out, the only time Sean's quiet is when he's got his mouth full of something. Still, he tries his best not to rush this. Connor's so hard, and the view from down here is amazing. The way he leans back on his hands pulls his chest tight, and when Connor lets his head fall back, Sean's eyes trace over the graceful curves his body makes.

He can taste Connor, and he's not shy about taking his hand off of Connor's cock so he can slide the rest into his mouth. Sean's eyes close as he swallows up the last few inches and he just stays still for a moment. As the precum leaks out of Connor, Sean swallows, his mouth and the very back of his throat occasionally squeezing Connor's cock. Fuck. That's good. He feels heavy against Sean's tongue.

Sean tries to think about staying slow. Both his hands wrap around Connor's thighs as Sean keeps his mouth on him, lips touching the root of that hard cock. Then he slowly backs off, following the slight curve in Connor's shaft as Sean backs up, right to the tip of that very sensitive head. He gives it another suck.

Sean does his best to take his time so Connor can really enjoy this. He sinks back down, bobbing up and down on Connor's cock. Sean's hands stroke over his thighs, and then creep up to hold onto Connor's hips. His eyes flutter open, and Sean makes sure to keep them locked onto Connor's body so he can watch him come.]

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[About the third deep, slow stroke, Connor lets out a heavier groan, brow knitting as the pressure builds and his balls tighten up against his body.]

There, that's good, that's so good...

[He pants, almost as if pained, his mouth dropping open wide as he finally spills over the edge, voice ratched up half an octave. It's heavy, pent up for a long while before now. Hopefully it was warning enough in case Sean wanted to pull off. Either way, Sean would be getting dragged back up by the back of his neck, a deeper kiss than they'd already shared pressed immediately to his lips.]

[sameoldsong]

Sean's not kidding about it being a dive bar. The red awning is straight out of the 1980s and the one and only update it has is from when the bar changed hands, and the name changed. But only part of it. A chunk of the red awning has been covered over with a white sign boards, replacing the old name of the place with FAST DAVE, leaving the bar's name to now be FAST DAVE & SPORTS BAR - BILLARDS - LICENCED - 555-6624.

There's a neon open sign turned to on, and two separate ATM INSIDE signs in the same window, with the weathered remains of a promotional poster for the New York Yankees. The bars on the windows have a somewhat jaunty curl to them, as if at some point, the owner said 'I want to keep people from breaking in, but in a classy way'. The inside is the same, dark and badly lit with an overall smell like a million beers have been spilled over the last forty years and have been sloppily cleaned up by bar staff that would rather be anywhere else in the world.

And yet, there are three obvious appeals to it that would explain the decent sized crowd.

1) As the awning said, there are billards tables. Two to be precise, both currently in use.

2) Everyone here seems to have all universally decided to give each other space, and the vibe makes it clear that if someone were to cause trouble, that person would quickly discover how well their body bounces when thrown at the pavement.

3) There isn't a single place in the entire city that sells beer nearly this cheap. Of course, that means the menu is somewhat stripped down with there only being three different beers to order (and only one worth it).

"Two pints of the Quickthorne Pale." And Sean leans against the bar, looking back at Steve. "Pick your poison; bar, booth or table?"

There are a few booths near the back still open, even if the lighting in them isn't great. Lots of tables to pick from, so long as someone doesn't mind their back being to the door. And of course, more than a few spots open on the bar. Yeah, the seats have all been duct taped together, but they've stood the test of time, and it's got the best lighting up here. Plus, a good view of the bar's only TV, currently showing what appears to be an extended commercial about selling your gold for cash.

[iamsteverogers]

Steve didn't mind the dive nature of the bar. This wasn't the sort of place that he normally frequented but it wasn't like his normal place was especially ritzy or fancy. Sean was right about the fact that no one here seemed to mind or care who he was, which was nice.

It wasn't that he minded the fame, although at times he would have preferred anonymity. But it was nice to just be able to have a drink with Sean and have no one care.

"A booth is just fine," he said, gesturing toward where a booth sat open in the corner. It had a good view of the bar and the exits were easy to get to. Some habits died hard and even if Steve didn't always want trouble he tried to be prepared for it.

"And this way we won't miss anything about how we can turn our gold into cash if we need to."

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Sean snorts and glances up at the TV. "Oh God, right? Very important. You know, when I first moved here, they were always talking about how to turn your cash into gold. Now it's the other way around again. Seems like the smart thing to do would have been keeping the cash from the start."

Service is quick at least, and Sean grabs the beers as they head off to the corner booth. Sean lets Steve choose which side he's on, and it's not a surprise to see him take the side that faces the door. Makes sense. Sean sets the beer in front of him and slides into the other side of the booth.

"But, maybe if you make it gold, it's harder to go ahead and spend it on impulse. I'm bad for that. I try not to, try to always save a little, but it seems like whatever I've got leftover is just burning a hole in my pocket until I spend it. It's terrible. But! I haven't had to ask for my ma to loan me any, so I take pride in that. I'm not leaning on an old woman for her pension. Not exactly bragworthy but still, something to stick to. I can always find work, there's so much work these days. You just pop open your phone and look up 'odd jobs' and there's a million people asking you to do a million things for them. Rake my leaves, walk my dog, help me move, that kind of stuff. And the pay's not half bad usually!"

Sean rambles on happily. He's a talker and as Steven found out from that 20 part text message, Sean tends to meander from one thing to the next. He's happy to fill any silence, as long as there's space to fill.

"You ever check any of that out?" Sean asks, then catches himself. "Well, I suppose you already have a full time job, so you probably don't need to be looking to see if anybody's hiring drivers."

[iamsteverogers]

Steve just listened patiently as Sean rambled on. He had no problem just letting the man talk. It didn't seem like he was doing so to hear himself talk or to fill silence, just that he had a lot to say and barely slowed down while saying it. Plus, Sean did stop to ask questions so it wasn't like he was selfishly monopolizing the conversation either.

"I use my phone for calling and texting, looking up directions, and searching references I don't understand and that's about it." Steve admitted. If he did look for odd jobs it wouldn't be to get paid for them but to just help people out and he didn't want to take money away from people like Sean who needed that sort of thing to live. Sean was right, he didn't really need the money to live off of.

"But I know the people in my neighborhood and do some odd jobs here and there for them. Mostly the older folks who don't have the money or the ability to take care of things. It's nice, they can tell me about the "good old days" that were times I never got to experience but would have."

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"You should fuss around with some of the apps and stuff. You can get nearly anything on your phone, it's grand. Like- oh, I've a police scanner on my phone, and it's so handy, I always know why the cops are in the building now or what's going on nearby, so you never step out the door and bam, middle of a taped-off area and now the police are shouting at you for blundering into it." It's his own fault really, he should be paying better attention before he just goes jogging out the door, instead of bolting out and snagging himself right up in the tape and then getting yelled at.

It's a little funny hearing Steve talk about doing jobs for folks in his neighbourhood. He knows this by now, but it still always catches him a little by surprise that Steve Rogers is as good as he's supposed to be. It's nice y'know? Like maybe some stuff actually does work out the way it's supposed to. Like some people actually do mean it when they say they're good people, instead of just faking through it.

"That's nice of you! Hopefully the good-old-days talk is fun instead of maddening. Some of the stuff they talk about, I swear to God, it's like do you hear what you're saying? You want to go back to that?" He sighs and shrugs, "I've gotten pretty good at just nodding along and changing the subject when it gets nasty. Hopefully you've mostly got good stories about old times, instead of the tiring ones."

"I help a little with a couple of the old folks downstairs, but mostly that's me changing the hallway bulbs before we all break our necks, and then they yell at me to come help them with their apartment because at least Mrs. Wilson thinks I'm working for the super. It's not so bad though, she just mostly can't reach anything over her shoulders, so I'm slowly dragging her apartment down to like, chest-height." He raises a hand to mock it out, and it's below Sean's chest height, that's for sure. "My god do they just shrink up. I'm half afraid to lay eyes on my ma again, she'll be nothing more than the fiercest looking doll-sized woman you'll have ever seen. Nobody can lay a guilt trip like her, nobody. Just like the nuns. Same sharp eyes - did you get those? Or did you go public when you were a kid?"

Sean looked up a little bit after he met Rogers at the gym, but nothing more than a quick skim on wikipedia, since it felt strange reading up on a man's life when he couldn't do the same. He knows Steve was born in New York and raised here, and he knows he went off to fight the war after being part of some experiment, and then he crashed in the ocean rather than let the nazis nuke America, but he doesn't know the details. Did young Steve Rogers have to put up with nuns? And jesus, old school nuns too, the ones who wouldn't get in even a little trouble for smacking your hand wide open with a ruler.

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"Were you blundering into a taped off area because you were looking at something on your phone?" Steve asked, giving Sean a bit of a knowing look. He wasn't sure that he understood the fascination with constantly checking your phone. Sure it was nice to be able to look things up but it seemed like so many people were missing the rest of the world. Or maybe it was just that right now the rest of the world was a mess and they were using connections on their phone to fix it.

"I went to public school but I missed a lot of classes because of health reasons at the beginning of school," he said. That had been a huge fight with his parents because he hadn't wanted to miss classes. Steve never wanted to be held back or given different treatment. "Eventually I convinced my parents to let me go despite that. I hated being denied doing what everyone else did just because it was harder or more dangerous for me."

He appreciated that Sean had asked though. A lot of people wanted to know about the experiment or his missions or things like that. They wanted to know about Captain America. Not very many people seemed interested in Steve Rogers the person.

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Sean laughs and rubs the back of his neck, because Steve's got him to rights on that one. "Weeeell, I might have been looking down, you know, sending a few messages to fellows. Usually when I step outside, there's nothing too exciting going on, so it's a safe place to stick my nose in my phone and stare down. But I always look up now before I blunder out and into some sorta stand-off."

Public school then, though it sounds like he had a hard time of it. Sean nods a little, remembers stories his ma told him about how it was when she was young. "And not going would have put you in a far worse state in the end. I had a great uncle who was sick a lot. He never got an education, and since he couldn't do a lot of the real physical jobs, there wasn't much he could do. He got lucky, and the family helped take care of him but... ma always said it ate at him, living off other people's paychecks. There's nothing more important than feeling like the stuff you have is your own."

It's why he can stand living in the places he's lived, and doing the jobs he does. At least he's taking care of himself. At least that's his work that's paying for things, and keeping himself fed and clothed.

"What were your folks like?" Most of the stuff Sean read only talked about the jobs they had, and how they died. But that's not who a person is, that's just what they did, and what the end was.

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"My dad died when I was pretty young so I don't have a lot of really clear memories of him. They were both strong Irish-Catholics though. Mom tended to be over protective. I think after all the health scares I had as a baby and then losing dad it really made her hang on that much tighter to me," Steve said. He didn't talk about his parents much, in part because they'd both died before he was 20. But he liked Sean and he didn't want to avoid talking about his parents all the time. They didn't deserve to be hidden away just because part of their lives was sad.

"I- remember," he said, eyes crinkling a bit as he gave a small chuckle at the memory that had just surfaced. "I remember one time she caught me standing on the back of the couch to grab some window blinds. I'd just got done listen to a radio show and she asked me what I was doing and I told her that I was Tarzan. The look on her face when she realized I was about to swing from her favorite curtains... I don't think I'll ever forget that."

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Sean can't help but laugh, imagining skinny little kid Steve about ready to swing from the curtains. "Oh Jesus, Christ, I can imagine. My ma straight up wouldn't let us watch some TV shows, because we'd all take to kicking and punching each other afterwards. The older ones got away with it until the day Connor bloodied Niall's nose over Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and after that, bans for everyone, even the ones of us who weren't even born for it. 'course we just snuck around and watched it with the sound down real low while she was distracted, and scrambled not to get caught."

He has a sip of his beer, and it's funny how nothing really changes. It's sorta nice, kids always being kids, no matter what. "She must have been real good at that perfect sorta- 'I'm not angry, but I am disappointed' sorta face because let me tell you, you've got that on lock. You gave me a guilt trip over a text, and it worked. Honestly, that's the real superpower here. Give you ten minutes alone with most supervillains and you could have them packing up their whole operations. 'Shut it down boys, I have to go home and call my mother and apologize'."

[iamsteverogers]

Steve still thought Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the most ridiculous sounding thing he could think of. He'd seen part of an episode of it before realizing that you definitely had to be a kid to enjoy that sort of thing. Not that it was unpleasant it was just... not for adults.

"She definitely had that exasperated look down," Steve admitted. She rarely gave him a disappointed look, not because he didn't disappoint her but that she was good at hiding it. Always using those times for correction and reflection. "And I think most people find it easier to do good with just a little accountability. Someone to remind them that it's worth doing the right thing. For themselves and for others."

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Steve's not wrong, not at all. Sean knows part of the reason why he does the things he does - right down to occasionally doing illegal work - is because there's nobody to really hold him accountable for it. Yes, there's laws and stuff, but that's not the same, especially when Sean knows how much laws don't actually apply to those who have money. If Sean's less-than-legal jobs were to get busted tomorrow, he'd go to jail, but the guys he's working for wouldn't get more than a slap on the wrist. After a while, it gets easy to ignore the little voice in your head saying 'this is wrong, you shouldn't do this'. Especially when rent's coming due, because the landlord sure doesn't care about doing the right thing either.

"Well, you're doing a grand job of bringing accountability back, so cheers to that." And he lifts his beer to Steve in a bit of a toast. "I'll probably always be the sort of man who needs a bit of a kick in the ass to do the right thing, but I will do it, eventually. I just need a little reminding sometimes that taking the high road is worth it, in the end."

There's another of those damn gold commercials on the TV again and Sean glances over at it for a moment before he snorts and looks away. "You know, I've been here four years now and I'm still not used to it all, not by a long shot. I swear, I'll be forty-four and still trying to understand 'em. How many times can you play the same commercial in an hour? Just you watch though, it'll be back by next break, and all your breaks are shorter than ours too. I can't imagine how dizzy it's been for you to get used to things again. I was born in this century, and I feel like I'm always falling a little behind, like I'm in a race where everyone's got running gear on and here I am in my jeans and work boots. Like, so I bought a new phone about a year and a bit ago, and didn't realize half of what it could do until well after I got it. By chance I watched one of those tips and tricks video and realized I could have been having it go quiet at night this whole time, instead of getting woke up at 4am by texts. And wouldn't you know it, that was the key to finally getting a decent sleep. You can't be tempted to check your phone when you don't know you've gotten a message on it."

Which, now he's tempted to glance at his phone, see what he's missed. He ignores the impulse, knowing it'll seem insufferably rude to Steve if he pulls it out, even for a few seconds. "I suppose putting it on silent isn't really something you get to do though, which is a shame. Everyone deserves to shut the phone off and ignore the world for a bit."

[iamsteverogers]

"Well, I'm here to give your ass what it needs," Steve said with a grin, happy to motivate his friend to do the right thing. He wasn't naive or ignorant though, he knew just how hard it could be to make ends meet. That was why it was important for people to help each other out, especially in a world that so often seemed stacked against people trying to do the right thing. It wasn't enough just to stop HYDRA or aliens or whoever was attacking, people had to be good to themselves and each other though.

"I think it plays so much because they don't expect people to watch the entire thing. People aren't going to watch from start to finish but so this maximizes the number of people that pay attention because most are going to turn away after a bit," Steve said after a moments thought of staring up at the TV. It wasn't like in his day where if something was on the TV you either watch the whole thing or you missed it unless you were lucky to catch the rare rerun. Today you could watch just about anything over again since everything was recorded.

"And I get time away sometimes. I'm not saving the world right now," he pointed out with a grin as he took a sip of the drink. It wasn't half bad, especially since he couldn't get drunk so he had to just appreciate the flavor all its own. Really, he was here more for the company than anything else. Steve liked Sean, liked how the man rambled and didn't treat Steve like he was some sort of icon but an actual, real person. He didn't get a lot of that.