[They already have a differing opinion about something. See, Steve knows plenty of guys with big hands, scarred and calloused. All it really means is that they have rough hands. It didn't make them a man, that required something a little more.

Steve's hands are pale, he'd give him that. The fingers are slender and delicate. But they've curled into fists to raise against guys with bigger hands and bigger bodies. Those hands have waved other men away while he was laying on top of a grenade, waiting for it to go off. Those fingers have been stained with newsprint after standing for hours on flat feet with an aching back, all so he can bring home a couple of bucks in the hope that maybe his ma wouldn't have to work so hard this month.

But in the end, hands are just hands. Most people have them.]

I haven't seen any poinsettia. Figured you might just be making do.

[Making do is another thing that Steve's good at. He bristles at the 'kiddo', chin tipping up.]

It's Steve. And I thought you might know who I could talk to about helping out around here.