[ at the arm fold, the question, he glances away. his eyes flicker over random spots - the floor, the wall, the ceiling, his shoes, everywhere that isn't the widow. he shifts, shuffles his feet, and overall presents himself more like a guilty child than a full-grown man who can throw lightning around.
finally: ] That tale is not mine to tell.
[ which, as he views it, is true. while he's certainly not eager to fess up to his hand in things, he would do so more readily if it wouldn't mean steve getting in trouble too, and he refuses to drag the other man down with him. ]
because i'm bored and spiting text limits DON'T JUDGE ME!!
finally: ] That tale is not mine to tell.
[ which, as he views it, is true. while he's certainly not eager to fess up to his hand in things, he would do so more readily if it wouldn't mean steve getting in trouble too, and he refuses to drag the other man down with him. ]