When Steve walks in, it's apparent the tension he's carrying: it sits on his shoulders, buzzes down his legs. This is worse than the last time they'd sparred. But he looks tired, too, worn.
"Yeah, just. A little . . ." He lifts his hand in a vague gesture. He's already wearing his sparring outfit, but he's pacing, like a caged animal.
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Date: 2017-04-03 09:16 pm (UTC)"Yeah, just. A little . . ." He lifts his hand in a vague gesture. He's already wearing his sparring outfit, but he's pacing, like a caged animal.