[ steve doesn't seem affected by this at all. maybe it's all that ice, went to his head. yeah... he's trying to breathe, trying to remember. eventually his hand drops only to curl around his own arm, drawing in, finding it hard to focus on what the other man is saying and doing. but then his hand is on his shoulder and it cuts through all the noise somehow, bringing him back to the present. ]
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You... Blue really is your color. Wow.