[ Steve takes the glass graciously, passing it under his nose before he sips, eyebrows lifting slightly in appreciation. Then he lowers the hand that's holding it, choosing to set the glass within reach on the desk rather than nurse it. ]
For a few days, at least. [ He doesn't like evasions and double meanings, but in its own way it's a direct answer. If they're not supposed to speak of the past, then he'll say what he knows to be true in the here and now and trust Damon to infer the rest.
He's also not expecting him to ask about Natasha, and it doesn't quite surprise him, either. He's grateful for the few extra seconds to think about his answer. ]
She's good. [ And it's not much of one, but there's only so much he's willing to say about it to a man she may have never actually met. Steve nods to the pad still resting on the desk. His eyesight's just fine; he could make out the words if he wanted to, but he won't. ] How's business? Bucky hasn't really said.
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For a few days, at least. [ He doesn't like evasions and double meanings, but in its own way it's a direct answer. If they're not supposed to speak of the past, then he'll say what he knows to be true in the here and now and trust Damon to infer the rest.
He's also not expecting him to ask about Natasha, and it doesn't quite surprise him, either. He's grateful for the few extra seconds to think about his answer. ]
She's good. [ And it's not much of one, but there's only so much he's willing to say about it to a man she may have never actually met. Steve nods to the pad still resting on the desk. His eyesight's just fine; he could make out the words if he wanted to, but he won't. ] How's business? Bucky hasn't really said.