[It takes a moment to crawl back out of his own head, eyes straight ahead until he blinks. He wets his lips, wishes he had a cigarette between them and nods, before he removes a hand from Steve and extends a fist out.]
Deal. [It feels good. Does it matter that they’re both ghosts? Probably not. He glances again, grin softened to a smirk.]
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Deal. [It feels good. Does it matter that they’re both ghosts? Probably not. He glances again, grin softened to a smirk.]