“oh you, you like fine to me.” he rolls his eyes, head shaking as he holds a cotton pad to the wound, stemming the blood flow as quickly as he’s able to. he looks down at brock, being all petulant and sulky, and resists the urge to roll his eyes again. “i don’t know, i reckon you could give it a good shot. one and a half rounds, maybe.”
‴Cuz I am!‴ brock rumbles, hissing a little at Steve at the sudden pressure to the wound. and he does regret the hiss, because he’s sure Steve’s giving him the stupid ‘i told ya so’ look. so he just doesn’t look. yeah, this is fine, staring at his knees. ‴sure. i’m sure ya wouldn’t be able t’ recognize me afterwards. and, steve, yer hand is shaking like a goddamn leaf.‴ yeah, he noticed.
