[ shit, she still has a lot of work to do, when it comes to getting the whole muscle memory thing under control. it's absurd that the way his thumb is tracing over her collarbone makes about four different couch-specific cuddling options come to mind, and very nearly makes her shift closer to him without even thinking about it, just completely obliterate those pathetic few inches between her hip being right up against his. she catches herself before it happens, but it's remarkably good timing that steve happens to be agreeing with her bestowing the role of dave upon him ( just adding that to the list of things she never would have expected steve to do, yep ), because the way it makes a smile quirk up the corner of her mouth is incredibly similar to the way she smiles in spite of herself anytime she catches herself before letting an impulse win out.
although the way she smiles at steve's self assessment is a little softer around the edges, for sure. is she even aware of the fact that there's a new addition to her rolodex of expressions? no. it's really just an extension of her steve-just-being-steve smile, but... it's different. a different type of admiration. one she usually manages to hold off until he can't actually see it there, but. well. not so much this time.
luckily! steve bails her out yet again by surprising her in a way that makes her laugh, the kind that has her face scrunching up ( and reminds her of the dull throb that her painkillers are still valiantly trying to fight off, but she won't hold that against him at all ) before she looks down and brings her hand up to rub along her bottom lip, like she needs to reel herself in. a habit she still hasn't managed to break. it's quick though, like maybe she thought she felt something on her face, and then right she's back to looking up at him, just with a smile that's a little more sobered.
of course, looking up at him again makes her realize that she's closer to him now, in a way that feels like she's much closer, but she's technically not. it's just those last pathetic few inches, that's all. but like, her hip is against his, and her head is definitely closer to his shoulder than his elbow now. which is something she very deliberately decided to maintain, only, what thirty seconds ago??? when the-? HOW? okay, it's official. she needs to find a self help book on self control or conquering impulses. clearly!!! also maybe a book on sticking to her guns, too, because even once she realizes the way she's tucked closer to him, she doesn't make any attempt at regaining that small space back. she's focused on more important things. ]
Leave Alvin alone, he's not pitchy. He's- That's just his voice. He's trying his best. [ that is not her quiet flirting voice, for anyone that's clocking her big dumb choices. it's her quiet.. quiet voice. it's just a quiet, defensive voice, okay? perfectly appropriate when sticking up for her favorite chipmunks. ] And I only said it because I was trying to be nice, but I take it back. You're definitely a Dave. [ a beat, and she's smiling again, her not-smile smile ] But at least he recognizes Alvin's talent.
He is pitchy. He has the worlds tiniest voice, and it's still pitchy. ( apparently, Steve is not at all impressed that Alvin just manages to hit notes on that helium squeaker he's got going. and actually, Nancy probably isn't wrong. maybe he would have been an Alvin, back in the day. big and brash and expecting he should be in the middle of everything. thinking he was a lot hotter shit than he actually was. maybe there's some unfair resentment toward a fictional chipmunk going on here, just a little.
he's not an Alvin anymore. which is fine, because Alvin is kind of an asshole. Steve isn't sure he's entirely comfortable being the cranky dad that shouts at everyone, it's just that he does see a few parallels. that's all! and maybe a cranky dad that looks after people isn't the worst thing in the world to be. especially if he thinks he's a lot less shouty in practice. only shouty when it is really warranted!!! it isn't Steve's fault that his children warrant it a lot. right?
whatever. not being an Alvin works out for him, a lot of the time. not being an Alvin has him on Nancy Wheeler's couch, with her wild rumpled curly head pressed against his shoulder, wearing that little smile like she's trying not to show she's amused by something even though she definitely is? being more of a Dave these days has some benefits, that's all.
Steve settles back against Mrs. Wheeler's lace trimmed throw pillows, and hopefully getting comfortable is a good excuse for keeping an arm securely around Nancy's shoulders. just platonic friends being platonic friends here, nothing to see, nothing to worry about. he's got a couple hours before he'll be on the clock, and if he spends every last minute in hangover hell with Nancy, it'll be worth it. the dumb content smile on his face is proof enough of that. )
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although the way she smiles at steve's self assessment is a little softer around the edges, for sure. is she even aware of the fact that there's a new addition to her rolodex of expressions? no. it's really just an extension of her steve-just-being-steve smile, but... it's different. a different type of admiration. one she usually manages to hold off until he can't actually see it there, but. well. not so much this time.
luckily! steve bails her out yet again by surprising her in a way that makes her laugh, the kind that has her face scrunching up ( and reminds her of the dull throb that her painkillers are still valiantly trying to fight off, but she won't hold that against him at all ) before she looks down and brings her hand up to rub along her bottom lip, like she needs to reel herself in. a habit she still hasn't managed to break. it's quick though, like maybe she thought she felt something on her face, and then right she's back to looking up at him, just with a smile that's a little more sobered.
of course, looking up at him again makes her realize that she's closer to him now, in a way that feels like she's much closer, but she's technically not. it's just those last pathetic few inches, that's all. but like, her hip is against his, and her head is definitely closer to his shoulder than his elbow now. which is something she very deliberately decided to maintain, only, what thirty seconds ago??? when the-? HOW? okay, it's official. she needs to find a self help book on self control or conquering impulses. clearly!!! also maybe a book on sticking to her guns, too, because even once she realizes the way she's tucked closer to him, she doesn't make any attempt at regaining that small space back. she's focused on more important things. ]
Leave Alvin alone, he's not pitchy. He's- That's just his voice. He's trying his best. [ that is not her quiet flirting voice, for anyone that's clocking her big dumb choices. it's her quiet.. quiet voice. it's just a quiet, defensive voice, okay? perfectly appropriate when sticking up for her favorite chipmunks. ] And I only said it because I was trying to be nice, but I take it back. You're definitely a Dave. [ a beat, and she's smiling again, her not-smile smile ] But at least he recognizes Alvin's talent.
🎀 here maybe??
he's not an Alvin anymore. which is fine, because Alvin is kind of an asshole. Steve isn't sure he's entirely comfortable being the cranky dad that shouts at everyone, it's just that he does see a few parallels. that's all! and maybe a cranky dad that looks after people isn't the worst thing in the world to be. especially if he thinks he's a lot less shouty in practice. only shouty when it is really warranted!!! it isn't Steve's fault that his children warrant it a lot. right?
whatever. not being an Alvin works out for him, a lot of the time. not being an Alvin has him on Nancy Wheeler's couch, with her wild rumpled curly head pressed against his shoulder, wearing that little smile like she's trying not to show she's amused by something even though she definitely is? being more of a Dave these days has some benefits, that's all.
Steve settles back against Mrs. Wheeler's lace trimmed throw pillows, and hopefully getting comfortable is a good excuse for keeping an arm securely around Nancy's shoulders. just platonic friends being platonic friends here, nothing to see, nothing to worry about. he's got a couple hours before he'll be on the clock, and if he spends every last minute in hangover hell with Nancy, it'll be worth it. the dumb content smile on his face is proof enough of that. )