God, being called uncle made him feel old. He didn’t spend much time with his relatives so he never had any kids around him getting older and show the passage of time, now his sister’s stepson was in college. Smiling Joseph looked him over trying to remind himself he was his nephew and far too young to even consider. “Good. Not used to company though, I thought you were a Victorian ghost with that look.” Ever the bachelor his guest room had dust more often than it did inhabitants and he’d half forgotten he promised to have Steve there over the holidays before he picked him up. Sitting up better to hide whatever excitement he had he figured he should get to know Steve better, “And you? Your room alright?”
“Oh god, I’m not that spindly pale am I? I mean, Victorian ghost is probably my next Halloween outfit but I hope I’m at least a little less… dead looking,” Steve exclaimed through the biggest laugh, his eyes twinkling as he looked to Joseph. It had taken him a while to get used to his step-mother, after his parents' divorc,e it was just a hard thing to adjust to, but he had liked Joseph since the minute he met the older man. He had fun whenever they hung out, he felt free around him and it didn’t hurt that, far as Steve was concerned, Joseph was a total Daddy. “Yeah, my room was great. Comfy bed, slept like a dream… honestly, way comfier than the one they have at the dorm” he admitted, his fingers casually playing with the bottom of his oversized shirt. He stepped in just a little, gently rocking a little on his feet “Doesn’t seem like anyone’s been in there in a while though, guessing I’m the first guest you’ve had in a while, right?” he asked, reaching up to innocently scratch at his chest which caused the front of his shirt to pull down, showing off the definition in his upper body while he did it. “I really can’t thank you enough for letting me stay, I swear I’m gonna have to find some way to properly thank you for being so cool Uncle J… I mean, you’ve always been cool but this is really next level”