[ He says it almost immediately, without a second thought, and actually winces at his own words. With a sigh, Steve lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck again as he glances aside, taking a moment to consider his words. ]
. . . I mean, look. What's the point? What do— I don't know, what do either of us have to gain by rehashing this shit. We've both moved on. What's the point. Just, you know. Just leave it.
[ It's sweet, really, that she doesn't want to hurt him anymore, but everything Nancy Wheeler-related is like a gaping wound to Steve. It's hurt less over time, but it was a state of being, so. Whatever. He'd figured that over time, it would hurt less and less until it didn't hurt at all, and things would be fine. They had to be fine. ]
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[ He says it almost immediately, without a second thought, and actually winces at his own words. With a sigh, Steve lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck again as he glances aside, taking a moment to consider his words. ]
. . . I mean, look. What's the point? What do— I don't know, what do either of us have to gain by rehashing this shit. We've both moved on. What's the point. Just, you know. Just leave it.
[ It's sweet, really, that she doesn't want to hurt him anymore, but everything Nancy Wheeler-related is like a gaping wound to Steve. It's hurt less over time, but it was a state of being, so. Whatever. He'd figured that over time, it would hurt less and less until it didn't hurt at all, and things would be fine. They had to be fine. ]