[ The conversation dies down in the comfortable sort of way, as they both focus on finishing up so they can get out of here and onto the next thing. It helps that the food is as good as Nancy had promised, and Steve is the sort of hungry that only arises when travel is involved. He's so focused on his food that he almost doesn't notice that Nancy goes to pay. But that stupid, silly, chivalrous alarm bell goes off, and despite all his protests Nancy is having none of it. Steve might just be the slightest touch pouty as he finally relents, mumbling about how he's getting the next one, and the one after that.
The hurt of not being able to pay is quickly soothed by how pleased Nancy looks with herself, and just a little bit by the way her lips wrap around the straw of her milkshake. It shouldn't be as enticing of a sight as he finds it but-- well, he likes it, so sue him.
He's got his suitcase still clutched in one hand while his other finds hers again, feeling the cool press of her palm to his. Their entwined fingers fight against the New England chill. If he's thinking at all about the cold, that thought is swiftly overwritten by the sight of the park, and the feel of her sneaking her freed hand into his arm. He leans a little bit more against her at that, the two of them not so subtly leaned together like collapsing walls. Oh, to collapse into Nancy Wheeler. ]
Is it? [ Steve sounds a little dreamy, as though her words have just roused him from sleep. He's been looking down at her more than he has the park, and he finds he's not too embarrassed by that. ] I mean, yeah, it is. [ Brilliant save by Steve Harrington. ] Feels like I'm looking at a postcard or something.
There probably is a postcard with this view. There should be, at least.
[ or maybe she's just biased. either way, that's her truth, and she's sticking to it. but the thought comes and goes fairly quickly, because she didn't miss the shift in his tone, the way it almost sounded like he was dozing off right there on the spot. or maybe he was just ridiculously distracted. or maybe she surprised him by finally speaking up, after their walk over here had been so comfortably quiet. all of the above? maybe. either way, she looks down at their joined hands with a little smile, rubs her thumb against the side of his index finger. an almost dormant sort of muscle memory kicks in, has her seeking out a spot that was always sore from hours of swinging a baseball bat. ..the kind without nails. she frowns when she feels a callus there, because... shouldn't that be healed by now? but no, duh, not with his new job.
it probably just looks like she's fidgeting, might even feel that way to him too, but she's just! being affectionate. in a way that also happens to be helpful, maybe, the same way it used to help when she'd rub slow circles with the pad of her thumb in that spot, way back when. whether it looks like fidgeting or not, it still makes something warm flutter in her chest. ]
I'm really- Oh. [ she actually wasn't expecting him to be watching her, so when she picks her head up to talk to him and nearly bumps his face with her nose, her oh ends up sounding a little silly, startled ] Hi. [ she smiles, tries to will away the blush she can feel along the tops of her cheeks, but no such luck. damnit.] What? [ it sounds more flustered than accusatory, but obviously there has to be a reason why he's looking at her. as if she hadn't just spent a solid two minutes just staring at their hands. whatever. it's a fair question!! ]
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The hurt of not being able to pay is quickly soothed by how pleased Nancy looks with herself, and just a little bit by the way her lips wrap around the straw of her milkshake. It shouldn't be as enticing of a sight as he finds it but-- well, he likes it, so sue him.
He's got his suitcase still clutched in one hand while his other finds hers again, feeling the cool press of her palm to his. Their entwined fingers fight against the New England chill. If he's thinking at all about the cold, that thought is swiftly overwritten by the sight of the park, and the feel of her sneaking her freed hand into his arm. He leans a little bit more against her at that, the two of them not so subtly leaned together like collapsing walls. Oh, to collapse into Nancy Wheeler. ]
Is it? [ Steve sounds a little dreamy, as though her words have just roused him from sleep. He's been looking down at her more than he has the park, and he finds he's not too embarrassed by that. ] I mean, yeah, it is. [ Brilliant save by Steve Harrington. ] Feels like I'm looking at a postcard or something.
[ How poetic. ]
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[ or maybe she's just biased. either way, that's her truth, and she's sticking to it. but the thought comes and goes fairly quickly, because she didn't miss the shift in his tone, the way it almost sounded like he was dozing off right there on the spot. or maybe he was just ridiculously distracted. or maybe she surprised him by finally speaking up, after their walk over here had been so comfortably quiet. all of the above? maybe. either way, she looks down at their joined hands with a little smile, rubs her thumb against the side of his index finger. an almost dormant sort of muscle memory kicks in, has her seeking out a spot that was always sore from hours of swinging a baseball bat. ..the kind without nails. she frowns when she feels a callus there, because... shouldn't that be healed by now? but no, duh, not with his new job.
it probably just looks like she's fidgeting, might even feel that way to him too, but she's just! being affectionate. in a way that also happens to be helpful, maybe, the same way it used to help when she'd rub slow circles with the pad of her thumb in that spot, way back when. whether it looks like fidgeting or not, it still makes something warm flutter in her chest. ]
I'm really- Oh. [ she actually wasn't expecting him to be watching her, so when she picks her head up to talk to him and nearly bumps his face with her nose, her oh ends up sounding a little silly, startled ] Hi. [ she smiles, tries to will away the blush she can feel along the tops of her cheeks, but no such luck. damnit.] What? [ it sounds more flustered than accusatory, but obviously there has to be a reason why he's looking at her. as if she hadn't just spent a solid two minutes just staring at their hands. whatever. it's a fair question!! ]