[ His reasons were simple: he misses her, too. That this includes the same things preoccupying her — what it had felt like, in every sense, to be with her — he's known from the get-go and has more or less made peace with. At least with their memories also came the fact that he's done this before, and it could be worse. At least she's still here, in his life. Maybe it's not the same, but as far as he can remember, it's better than where they'd left things before they came here.
So that's all it is, an attempt to return the gesture. To spend time with her and remember what that was like before his body constantly seemed to have something to say about it, though the ache in his chest is still pretty much a guarantee, if easy enough to ignore. He tells her he's glad for the pan, but what about the pancakes? and gives a small smile at her protests without any part of it feeling forced. They've done this before. Gone out for a bite and talked about things other than shop. Enjoyed each other's company. He figured it'd been long enough that he could ask for that again without seeming too lovesick or the request too loaded. So far it seems to be going all right.
So when she asks about coffee and dessert, Steve follows her glance upward of a moment ago, then back down and away from her, down the street to check for any oncoming traffic. ]
Sure. [ He turns back to her. ] We've got some time before it starts comin' down. Where to?
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So that's all it is, an attempt to return the gesture. To spend time with her and remember what that was like before his body constantly seemed to have something to say about it, though the ache in his chest is still pretty much a guarantee, if easy enough to ignore. He tells her he's glad for the pan, but what about the pancakes? and gives a small smile at her protests without any part of it feeling forced. They've done this before. Gone out for a bite and talked about things other than shop. Enjoyed each other's company. He figured it'd been long enough that he could ask for that again without seeming too lovesick or the request too loaded. So far it seems to be going all right.
So when she asks about coffee and dessert, Steve follows her glance upward of a moment ago, then back down and away from her, down the street to check for any oncoming traffic. ]
Sure. [ He turns back to her. ] We've got some time before it starts comin' down. Where to?