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Steve never played with Legos--they didn't come to the States until after he was a Capsicle. They do look like fun, though, and he's smiling as he moves through the bar, watching other people build things.

At the Bar herself, a vidscreen pops up. He reads the information with a widening grin, and decides, Sure, let's do something different for the holiday. It's kind of like wearing new clothes on Easter.

So, his choices are:

So cute and fluffy! Steve kind of likes being able to walk and talk, though, so he passes.

Some sort of ... robot thing?

Steve feels like he's missing a joke.

And then there's simply Restore to factory settings.

Huh.

Ever press a button just to see what it does?

Well, he can't say this was wholly unexpected.

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"You sure about that?" whispers Steve. "You're not just saying that?"

"Steve," he chides gently. "You know how I feel about words."

"Yeah," Steve says with a nod, and starts to smile. "I do."

"And you are beautiful," he says, kissing that smile.

"Thank you," Steve whispers.

"You don't have to thank me for that, my love."

"I really do."

"For recognizing your beauty?"

"For seeing me at all. I always felt so... I always felt invisible."

Orpheus laughs. "You are anything but invisible, lovely."

"You're just used to me the other way," Steve murmurs.

He shakes his head, brushing his fingertips over Steve's cheek. "I know you think that's what drew me to you, and I won't lie, it was a factor. But it was more than that. I'm...

"I'm not telepathic, but I...see people. See what they're made of. What's inside. And what's inside you is...phenomenal."

Steve blushes and murmurs, "Well, thanks, sweetheart," and kisses him.

"Not invisible," Orpheus murmurs against his lips. "But sometimes people are blind."

"I love how you see me," Steve whispers. "You've always seen me perfectly."

"You stand out. How could I miss you?"

"And here I thought you wouldn't look at me twice like this."

He smiles. "Well, now I certainly can't miss you. You hold my heart. Where else would I look but to you?"

"Honey," Steve murmurs, bashful, and kisses him again.

"What?" Orpheus asks, returning the kiss but then pulling back to look at Steve.

"I don't know, I--" He looks away, like the words he want to say can be found on the opposite wall. "I love you," he says finally. "It feels...inadequate to say that sometimes. Like I should make poetry instead."

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Orpheus leans in and presses a kiss to Steve's throat.

"'I love you' is poetry."

"I love you," Steve whispers, tilting back his head. "I love you."

Orpheus kisses the corner of his jaw. "I love you," he echoes.

Steve leans their foreheads together, playing with the front of Orpheus's shirt.

"You wanna... go?"