"Yeah," Steve's kisses stop their downward progress as he feels Tony tensing up. He's not sure whether the withdrawal is emotional, physical, both. It's a lot, he realizes. A lot, fast, for both of them. And he's not trying to make a confession of love, either. Just trying to make things as right as they can be, reaching for some kind of assurance between them and letting his own honesty carry him away.
Too far, he thinks, hearing the tone in Tony's voice. It's strangely fascinating, though, how he doesn't physically pull away, doesn't verbally push back. Freezes. It makes Steve feel a little too powerful. He draws in a deep breath and rests his forehead against Tony's shoulder a moment, then straightens up and curls his hand across the other man's brow to keep suds out of his eyes as he rinses his hair.
"Sorry," he murmurs. "I'm...a lot. Too much."
He doesn't bother asking if Tony's okay. Ultimately, neither of them are. He has to hope he'll at least try to push him away if he needs physical space, though. "You, uh, want the conditioner now?"
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Too far, he thinks, hearing the tone in Tony's voice. It's strangely fascinating, though, how he doesn't physically pull away, doesn't verbally push back. Freezes. It makes Steve feel a little too powerful. He draws in a deep breath and rests his forehead against Tony's shoulder a moment, then straightens up and curls his hand across the other man's brow to keep suds out of his eyes as he rinses his hair.
"Sorry," he murmurs. "I'm...a lot. Too much."
He doesn't bother asking if Tony's okay. Ultimately, neither of them are. He has to hope he'll at least try to push him away if he needs physical space, though. "You, uh, want the conditioner now?"