"Hey." Steve stands there with his hands in his pockets. He is all geared up for a serious conversation about them. The seriousness kind of unravels once he lays eyes on Sam. There's the usual excitement, but it's colored by concern. He does look tired and....
Is that his shirt? Wow he really is wearing his shirt. Okay.
"So you're stealing my shirt and you won't let me in? Kind of harsh..." The scent finally hits him. Steve tries glancing past him not unlike a hungry pet. "Are those blueberry pancakes?" He looks at Sam pleadingly. Are you really going to deny him pancakes??? He saved the world like three times!!
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Date: 2015-02-10 08:49 pm (UTC)Is that his shirt? Wow he really is wearing his shirt. Okay.
"So you're stealing my shirt and you won't let me in? Kind of harsh..." The scent finally hits him. Steve tries glancing past him not unlike a hungry pet. "Are those blueberry pancakes?" He looks at Sam pleadingly. Are you really going to deny him pancakes??? He saved the world like three times!!