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Neil's had enough to drink that it all seems like a good idea, but not enough that he's impaired, that this could be taken as a terribly bad idea. He's had enough that the idea has had time to really seem like a great idea, by the time he pulls his phone out and nervously sends a text. A quiet invitation. Maybe he shouldn't be so bold to assume anything, but he doesn't think he's assuming a damn thing. And, after all, it's not like the text said anything as presumptuous as come over let's fuck--Neil isn't nearly so crass as all that. But it's a clear sort of invitation, in private together.

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Neil smiles, blushing a little bit. It's a pretty glowing praise, as far as Neil's concerned, for any sort of first encounter. Clumsy as it was. He's good with pretty great, with the fact that they're looking at each other and Steve hasn't immediately tried to get up.

Sometimes it's small things that feel like victories, he supposes.

"It was," he agrees softly. "Though we're both kind of a mess."