Mmmm. [will slowly starts to shift backwards, feeling that old hot blush of shame crawl up the back of his neck, around to his ears, crimson and guilty and wrong wrong wrong. he knows, realistically, that nobody's going to come in and yell at them, but there's this sinking pit in his stomach that's already trying to eclipse that perfect shining instant where something almost happened.]
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Steve'd never know. I wouldn't tell him.