[ Too big for one person, right. Like he hasn't watched her pack away far more than one slice of cake, particularly where her sweet tooth's involved, whole packages of Oreos with double the filling gone in one sitting. It's an out, he thinks, and a kindness he's not really sure he wants— but then why bring up sharing in the first place? She was never particularly generous with those Oreos.
Don't get ahead of yourself, Rogers. That's what got this started, remember?
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose, listening to her muse it over with half an ear, but it's not really her question that he answers, mind still turning the first part over and then over again. ]
We can share the cake, Nat. If that's what you want.
[ He can't exactly will himself to wish things weren't so confused between them that even dessert is still, apparently, fraught with meaning. Maybe it's just better than the alternative, which is living with the knowledge that it was really nothing she would've ever chosen for herself. Even the thinnest strand of hope that he's not the only one feeling like something was lost is better than that. ]
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Don't get ahead of yourself, Rogers. That's what got this started, remember?
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose, listening to her muse it over with half an ear, but it's not really her question that he answers, mind still turning the first part over and then over again. ]
We can share the cake, Nat. If that's what you want.
[ He can't exactly will himself to wish things weren't so confused between them that even dessert is still, apparently, fraught with meaning. Maybe it's just better than the alternative, which is living with the knowledge that it was really nothing she would've ever chosen for herself. Even the thinnest strand of hope that he's not the only one feeling like something was lost is better than that. ]