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[ he huffs and turns his back again, assuming incorrectly that Mark will actually leave; Steve thought he came off pretty meek in their previous interaction, so surely he'd get the message. He remains there for a few more moments, lost in his thoughts, before releasing his grip and letting his hand fall to his side. What he really needs is a distraction. The golden lugers are sitting at the end of his bed, hidden under some laundry; with a sigh, he reaches down to pick one up, glancing it over as he turns to sit on the covers --

only to see a figure in the doorway. ]

Wah! [ a very manly yelp. Fortunately, he recognizes it to be Mark pretty quickly. ] Dammit -- w-why are you still here?