prince and his shield

Back in the old house, Roy's eyes no longer ooze blood.Steve still insisted on driving Roy to the hospital, his stern and serious look was very different from his honest and gentle look.

Mrs. Holmes glanced at him several times, wondering what she was weighing.

Roy wiped his face with a towel and looked into his eyes in the mirror.

Slightly squinting, is it an illusion?Light color?Or is it the weather?

"Aren't you feeling well?" Steve had already got the car keys.

"No discomfort." Roy rubbed his eyes.

"Let's go." This time Steve didn't ask for advice, and he was about to walk out.He insists on things like a cow, but he is gentle, honest, and super confusing every day.

Roy smacked his lips, knowing that if he didn't follow, he could make a fuss.Not once or twice.

He asked Mr. Holmes for a warm thick linen scarf and a dark blue old man sweater, and threw it to the fool who flew from the United States to the United Kingdom with only a single shirt.

"I'm fine, I'll be right back." Roy turned his head and said, "You know that, don't worry."

"Okay." Mr. Holmes remained cheerful.Although this old man looks like an orange peel, his thoughts are similar to those of a [-]-year-old girl.Like romance and love.

Steve took the things, his fingers sank into the soft texture of the fabric, and most of his irritability was worn away, "I'm not cold. You can wear it."

"Don't." Roy clasped his hands together, "I don't like the old man's attire, but it suits you well. I know you're not cold, can I look cold?"

"There is a saying on the Internet called Tsundere, you are a typical one now." The two walked out, and Steve laughed at Roy while buttoning his sweater.

"Have you ever seen me so unaffected and arrogant?" Roy crossed his legs, shaking in the co-pilot.

Steve fumbles around, starts the car, and laughs.

"Why are you not nervous about me now?" Roy tilted his head.

The navy blue sweater is worn on the light blue shirt, making this man look more at home.It's hard to imagine that he is a warrior who will hold a shield and rush to the front line of firepower.

Roy was in a daze.The two of them have become old men inexplicably here.Stumbling and stumbling, the parents are short-tempered.Time slows down.

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw two young and vigorous faces, but their eyes were as calm as monks.

"...The Holmes family seems to have nothing happened to you. You have a good relationship, there is no reason for that." Steve paused, "Is this normal?"

"Then your reaction is not slow." Roy praised him, "Although I don't know what the problem is, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Steve pursed his lower lip and frowned habitually.

Roy knew at a glance that he was holding back something in his heart again, and interrupted, "You are 26 this year."

"Leaving aside the sleeping years." Steve shrugged.

"But you're still young."

Steve raised his eyebrows, "We're the same age."

"But I've lived 70 years longer than you."

"Not 70 years," Steve retorted.

"That's more than 60 years." Roy raised his hand and patted his arm, glaring at him, "Don't talk."

"...you say." Steve moved his arm and avoided it.

"You don't have to feel that you owe me." Roy sighed, "You're still alive. For me, that's enough."

Steve slammed on the brakes, and Roy jerked and ouched.

"Due?" Steve turned his head.

Roy had an intuition that he couldn't go on talking, and it would be worse if he went on.But if he doesn't go on, it doesn't mean that people who listen to him won't pursue it.

"I never stayed by your side because I was in debt." Steve rubbed the steering wheel a few times, holding back his words, and that was all he could say.

He restarted the car.

Roy felt that he might have said something wrong.Because after that sentence, Steve never looked him in the eye again.

The sulking operation is very familiar... Roy looked at the person who went to get the registration form and turned back to sit next to him.

"See what I do?" The atmosphere of silence lasted for a long time, and it was Steve who couldn't hold back.

Roy crossed his legs, leaned his head against him, and rubbed against him.Steve froze, looked around reflexively, moved his shoulders, and didn't dodge.

"What's the matter?" His voice softened, this is a turning point.

"I'm sorry." Roy closed his eyes.

Steve tapped the pen on the list, neither said yes nor no, and fell silent.

After a series of examinations, doctors determined that his eyes were simply heterochromia, a genetic mutation.As for why the eyes bleed, because there are no symptoms of other systemic diseases or abnormally high blood pressure, it is preliminarily determined that it is only subconjunctival hemorrhage.

Let it recover, one to two weeks will be fine.If you are not at ease, you can apply appropriate cold compresses and pay attention to eye hygiene.

If the bleeding is frequent or not getting better, it is best to have a general examination.

Walking out of the hospital, Steve's words still seemed a bit sparse, "After you go back, go to the private hospital and have a look."

"Okay." Roy put his hands in his pockets and sighed in his heart.

"Go back or stroll around?" Roy smiled.

Steve took a long breath, stood for a while, reached out and pulled Roy's hand, clasped his fingers tightly, "Let's go shopping."

Roy was pulled a bit before he remembered to lift his foot.

One before the other, the dragging hands hang in the air a bit abruptly.He took a few steps to Steve's side, shoulder to shoulder, half leaning against him to keep pace.

They were close together, looming under the sleeves, and the hands that were clasped didn't feel chilly anymore.

"Bucky said that you can get married directly in Las Vegas now. Regardless of gender, nationality, or race, you don't even need too many materials." Steve's invisible stabs all over his body disappeared. Said like biting his head.

Roy laughed, "Well, it's really convenient."

Steve looked at him, silent.

"What?" Roy looked like you had something else to say.

Steve clenches his fingers. "I think we can go."

"Oh?" Roy hummed, "What are you going to do?"

"..." Steve snorted.

Roy suppressed a smile, "What?"

"marry."

Roy grinned happily.

"Is it okay? Marry me, stay together, and we won't be separated in the future." Steve dragged him to a sheltered alley, and grabbed his fingers, earnestly.

Roy looked at him like he looked at a fool, "From before to now, you don't have any bacteria called romance."

Steve one.

"Let's not talk about flowers, rings, and candlelight dinners. Anyway, you have to go out of your way." Roy scratched his palm, "Choose a time when the weather is better and a place with better weather."

"I have a hard time seizing opportunities. I'm afraid to prepare, and I'll be late." Steve leaned against the wall, dragging his wrists towards him, "Especially, when the person I love is always like It's like you can't catch it."

Roy lay half on top of him, looking into his eyes, blue and aggrieved.

"you love Me?"

"Correct."

"Why? I'm not the person you know anymore, can't you feel it?"

"I don't know how to explain it. I don't think you've changed much." Steve looked down and rubbed his wrists with both hands. "I just can't live without you."

"I can see you sleeping next to me or in my arms when I wake up in the morning, I can see you when I brush my teeth and wash my face, and we eat together. From good morning to good night... just, this kind of life is very beautiful." Steve He raised his eyes and said frankly.

Roy snorted, and covered his face with his hands, shaking and shaking.

"You just want to live with me." Roy smiled enough, and tilted his head to look at him. "Do you want to get married?"

"If you don't get married, Mr. Holmes will still say that I am your little boyfriend, which doesn't sound enough." Steve wrinkled his face.

"What's on your mind?" Roy was shocked.

"Why does the Holmes family act like I stole their baby, obviously I was the first." Steve held back for a while, and muttered without holding back.

"You don't belong to their family either." As if some seal had been opened, he began to ramble.

Roy gave a hello, and raised his hand to pat his chest, "Your chest is too big, but it's narrowed inside."

"It hasn't narrowed." Steve frowned, raised his arms and hugged him, "I didn't stop you from being friends with them. Of course it's a good thing to care about you, but they shouldn't think I'm an outsider. Why?"

Roy blinked at him.

Hiss, that's what he said.Why is everyone around him becoming more or less cautious, but Steve still looks upright to the Holy Father.

Emotions, the explosive point is here...

"That's why you want to marry me?" Roy patted his chest.

"Of course not." Steve's chest trembled.Roy snorted and looked straight at his chest.

Damn, this chest can still move.

"When you're married, I'm the closest person to you."

"Isn't that reasonable?"

"It's not to be closer than they are to you, but to be the closest." Steve said earnestly.

Roy didn't dare to say that he didn't understand the difference.

"It's just a proof that no one is more qualified to be with you than me." Steve hugged his waist and paused every word.

Roy smiled, put his arms around his face, and kissed him.

Silly.

Some people want to own themselves, want to chop off their hands and feet, cut off their arms, and be trapped by their side.Someone just wants a proof that in this world, he can follow himself forever.

Probably because the intimate time was too long this time, the desire/desire in his heart was drawn out.

Roy opened the distance, bit his numb lip, and hissed.It's a bit dangerous to go on like this.

Steve didn't let go, and pressed his forehead, "Roy, I love you."

Royston had a well-founded suspicion that they would not be able to separate without a little distance.

"Well, I know where I can find out what's wrong with me." Roy pushed him away, "I know how to contact him."

Steve still hugged him, his eyes straight.Roy snorted, "You control yourself!"

Steve drawled, "Who?"

Roy broke his arm holding him, "I'm calling. Call, let go!"

Steve let go slowly, stood a little further away, pressed his forehead to inhale and exhale.

Roy glanced down, made sure that someone hadn't made a fool of himself, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Get carried away, get carried away.

Roy pressed three sixes on his mobile phone, and put it to his ear without dialing the call button, "I have something to ask you. Come find me later."

After saying that, he hung up.

Steve has calmed down, but his face is flushed.

Roy looked at him, "Go back to Las Vegas."

Steve froze for a moment, then looked at him with bright eyes.

"Let's go, Charlie should be home." Roy leaned over and kissed his face, "Relax, Steve, you have always been my favorite."

Steve ironed it.

Roy hissed, seeing the light on his body brighten once again.

He smacked his lips, stuck together with the devil, and his soul was still miserable, he was indeed a talent.

The author has something to say: Every time I finish writing a chapter, I feel that I can finish it right away. It feels like there is nothing to write about except love and love [Touching the cheek]