"No, Cath. You're good," He said, with an almost strict shake of his head, blowing off the entire note in her words, before getting to the bite of food on his fork. Like he can read it, and he can. That moment where she's so sure she just landed in the wrong place at the wrong time, meaning well but getting in the way of everything else that she just hadn't known was there.
When, really, even for only ten or fifteen minutes she's been a nice sudden brightness to the day he didn't know what he was going to to with for a little.
"I was considering stopping by in the evening, making sure whether he's eaten or if needs anything. Wants anything for Malia, brought from their house, now that she's awake. But-" There's a gesture. Just. With a small gesture with that loaded fork. "-later."
"This-" which continues, with a shift, to the box. "-was actually perfectly timed. And, you know, if you wanted to come, I'm sure they both wouldn't mind more friendly faces, especially after your pulling in for everyone when it was needed this week." That she'd been the only reason, even over SWAT, Steve could walk away from the safe house and turn his focus on his case.
Because he could trust her. And did. Beyond question. Beyond her own doubts. She always came through. Always. Which leaves him sort of studying her through taking the bite of food. Grateful, fond, sideways from waiting for the answer, as well.
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Date: 2013-01-17 04:27 am (UTC)When, really, even for only ten or fifteen minutes she's been a nice sudden brightness to the day he didn't know what he was going to to with for a little.
"I was considering stopping by in the evening, making sure whether he's eaten or if needs anything. Wants anything for Malia, brought from their house, now that she's awake. But-" There's a gesture. Just. With a small gesture with that loaded fork. "-later."
"This-" which continues, with a shift, to the box. "-was actually perfectly timed. And, you know, if you wanted to come, I'm sure they both wouldn't mind more friendly faces, especially after your pulling in for everyone when it was needed this week." That she'd been the only reason, even over SWAT, Steve could walk away from the safe house and turn his focus on his case.
Because he could trust her. And did. Beyond question. Beyond her own doubts. She always came through. Always. Which leaves him sort of studying her through taking the bite of food. Grateful, fond, sideways from waiting for the answer, as well.