Steve isn't completely incapable of manipulation, but he sure doesn't excel at it. Honesty is his comfort zone. Honesty, contained by silence when there's too great a danger in sharing what's on his mind.
"I'm not, though," he tells him. "Not this time. I started out wrong about you, and it bothered me that I misjudged you so badly. I've been reevaluating ever since. Not that you're an open book or anything. I still can't track your moods. But you, I'm starting to get, I think. You're not just a magazine cover. Not even Scientific American."
He straightens and dips his hand in the shower spray to test it with a sigh of approval. "You're more like a novel by James Joyce. A lot of words to get through. A lot of layers and literary devices."
Turning back to Tony, he smiles wryly. "That's good to hear, because I sometimes think you're more reckless than I am. I need you to keep coming back."
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"I'm not, though," he tells him. "Not this time. I started out wrong about you, and it bothered me that I misjudged you so badly. I've been reevaluating ever since. Not that you're an open book or anything. I still can't track your moods. But you, I'm starting to get, I think. You're not just a magazine cover. Not even Scientific American."
He straightens and dips his hand in the shower spray to test it with a sigh of approval. "You're more like a novel by James Joyce. A lot of words to get through. A lot of layers and literary devices."
Turning back to Tony, he smiles wryly. "That's good to hear, because I sometimes think you're more reckless than I am. I need you to keep coming back."