"Good." Because it is, and, his tally not withstanding, Pearl's one of the good places to be stuck in comparison to several others.
Steve closed the cupboard behind him and followed after her. Grabbed a chair and settled in, still working on his pile of food that was more than half gone already. It was hard to say if he was tasting it as much as inhaling it, or maybe inhaling it because it actually did taste pretty great. Either way, another thing ticked off the list for this part of today.
Plus. Yeah. He gets that.
Even does miss it, on the curve of her smile, when she settles in the sun, with that reference. It's so easy to fall in love with the world for a few days, a week, maybe two. To get caught up in the parts that seem like insane, luxury, gifts to everyone but civilians. Food. Beaches. Relaxed clothes. An extra hour of sleep. Suck the marrow from those times.
When the rest of it will all be away. At sea. On mission. Busy. Focused. Dedicated. Ready.
Steve was nodding, swallowing a bite, before, "Your last run?"
Which was generic enough it could have been the exact last one or the whole run of them during the months since she'd last been here. Not that he expected pinpoint details, either. But it was worth asking. It was the job she loved doing and the sum of those months, too. More common than asking someone how either of their family was.
And. She knew his. At least up until that last point, ground in glass dust on him.
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Date: 2013-01-17 06:38 pm (UTC)"Good." Because it is, and, his tally not withstanding, Pearl's one of the good places to be stuck in comparison to several others.
Steve closed the cupboard behind him and followed after her. Grabbed a chair and settled in, still working on his pile of food that was more than half gone already. It was hard to say if he was tasting it as much as inhaling it, or maybe inhaling it because it actually did taste pretty great. Either way, another thing ticked off the list for this part of today.
Plus. Yeah. He gets that.
Even does miss it, on the curve of her smile, when she settles in the sun, with that reference. It's so easy to fall in love with the world for a few days, a week, maybe two. To get caught up in the parts that seem like insane, luxury, gifts to everyone but civilians. Food. Beaches. Relaxed clothes. An extra hour of sleep. Suck the marrow from those times.
When the rest of it will all be away. At sea. On mission. Busy. Focused. Dedicated. Ready.
Steve was nodding, swallowing a bite, before, "Your last run?"
Which was generic enough it could have been the exact last one or the whole run of them during the months since she'd last been here. Not that he expected pinpoint details, either. But it was worth asking. It was the job she loved doing and the sum of those months, too. More common than asking someone how either of their family was.
And. She knew his. At least up until that last point, ground in glass dust on him.