I WILL NOT YIELD

          “ steve , ” is repeated back as if the man before him was the only steve that had ever graced this planet earth though it was dripping with sarcasm .  squinting , upper lip shifts forward a smidgen to portray deep thought .  he was going to figure it out before steve got the chance to saw who he was actually —- he’d feel like an absolute fool if that were not the case .  peaches relaxes his shoulders at the affirmation that no he wasn’t going to have to fight steve with the giant biceps .  he’s a bit weak at the moment , quite lacking in nutrients all across the board with lack of sleep being a strong shareholder too .  the man was a mess , what could he say ?  suddenly steve sounds playful and catches peaches off guard for a half of a second that fails to show on his face .  “ seal the deal , eh ?   interesting way to confirm you aren’t gonna bash my brains in . ”  but wrecking my guts could happen !  the thought immediately has him clapping a hand over his mouth , less-than-half embarrassed he would even think such a thing but moreso embarrassed that his immediate thought went to bottoming .  christ .  he needed a drink and some sleep for real .  “ don’t — ah , don’t be sorry .  coffee is good — no , great , actually .  i haven’t slept in like three days and don’t plan to ! ”  hands clap together at his chest before fingers lace , index fingers remaining together to point absentmindedly in another direction .  “ that-a-way has killer eclairs ,  if you’re into those sort of things . ”