with the moonlight beating hard on your skin (i know that he loves me)

“No I just…” Eddie takes a deep breath, like he’s bracing himself, “Normally guys… Like you don’t like me being near them while they’re shirtless, let alone touching them.”

Something in Steve’s chest clenches with guilt, knowing he was that kind of guy, as much as he isn’t anymore.

“We aren’t as different as you think.” Steve says, hoping his voice conveys his meaning. It must, because Eddie’s expression brightens with a flicker of hope.

“Oh.”

Steve smiles at him and bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s. “Help me redress my battle wounds?”

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Eddie doesn't think he's brave. This is a fact that bothers Steve.