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[fingersandteeth]

Steven is staring at Jack like he's never seen anyone so impressive in his life as the lich before him. And honestly? He's not sure if he has.

"You built a freeze gun," he says, with a shaky little half-laugh. "My God. You built a freeze gun. I-- Holy shit, Jack. I-- Wow. That's. Wow."

It's too bad that he's probably scared Jack off by being over-eager because that? That is the sexiest goddamn thing that Steven Durante's ever heard.

[thedifferencebetween]

"Cryo-gun. Or as close as you can make here with all the backwater, primitive technology. It wasn't hard or anything."

Not really. Just a little creative thinking and an hour or so of work.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy the awe, but that was nothing. Guessing you don't have much cool tech where you come from? God, so many assholes around here from the friggin stone ages."

Fuck but does he miss Rick.

[fingersandteeth]

"Not really," Steven says, his cheeks heating up. What is it about this guy that makes him want to-- Fuck, he doesn't know. Impress him? Find a way to persuade him that he's actually worth spending time with?

Because that's the thing. It's not that Steven doesn't still want to have sex with Jack, because he does, the guy really is handsome, that part of his name is actually pretty accurate--but more than that he... kind of just wants to hang out with him? Listen to him talk? Be his friend more than anything.

"I mean, the tech's better than most of what I've seen here, your cryo-gun aside, but. Um. Hm. I'm trying to think of what would make a good benchmark. I guess it might be that at-home hobbyist 3D printing's only become really common in maybe... maybe the last decade or so? Someone could definitely come up with your cryo-gun back home... the thing is finding someone with both the ability to and the mind to, I guess?"

Bombastus could have, Steven thinks, taking a long sip of his drink. From everything Charley had wrote about him in her private journal, he'd had both mind and ability. Those prototype spider robots they'd found clearing out the Brooklyn facility had been proof of that.

(Steven hates the old man, who was nothing short of directly responsible for Charley's death twice-over. But he'd also been brilliant in his twisted way and Steven could admit that, even if he still wished he could have staked the old man out on the roof before he'd ever thought to turn Steven's sister.)

He takes another long sip of his drink.

"I do like hearing about that," he admits. "Cool tech. Cool weaponry, especially. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with your classic handgun, don't get me wrong--it gets the job done--but it's more interesting when people get creative."