[ Steve wants to ask her who's pretending; Natasha knows better than anyone that he's no good at it, especially as far as she's concerned. But she won't even come into the room with him, so he doesn't think he gets to ask that question.
He knows what she feels like against him. He knows it as something comfortably rooted in his bones, and he knows it as something he's never had before that he thinks he'd very much like to keep. Seems they're past that now though, if it was ever on the table, so forgive him if he's going to lean on her for the boundaries here, because she'd asked him what they were and this is where he'd led them. ]
I'll take the guest room then.
[ He thinks he has memories of sleeping there before. A consequence of a life together that they can't actually claim. The coffee she gave him has already cooled despite the fire — the ceiling is high and the heat tends to go up rather than out — and it will need to be heated up again if he wants to drink it. He unfolds his arms to rest the mug on a coaster on the coffee table. ]
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He knows what she feels like against him. He knows it as something comfortably rooted in his bones, and he knows it as something he's never had before that he thinks he'd very much like to keep. Seems they're past that now though, if it was ever on the table, so forgive him if he's going to lean on her for the boundaries here, because she'd asked him what they were and this is where he'd led them. ]
I'll take the guest room then.
[ He thinks he has memories of sleeping there before. A consequence of a life together that they can't actually claim. The coffee she gave him has already cooled despite the fire — the ceiling is high and the heat tends to go up rather than out — and it will need to be heated up again if he wants to drink it. He unfolds his arms to rest the mug on a coaster on the coffee table. ]