Steve glanced over as he heard Rogue's murmured words, smiling softly as he watched her. He turned back to his presents. The books came back out of the box and got placed flat in front of some other books on his shelf; he'd find a place to put them away later. The notebook and pen he left on the coffee table; he was definitely going to be taking those with him next time he went out, might as well leave them where he would see them. And the photo...
The photo got set up on the coffee table as well, right in the middle, facing the couch. He remembered half a year ago, on his birthday, when he'd smoked a cigarette with a sketch he'd done of Bucky, in bittersweet celebration of another year lived. It ached, still, not having his friends around anymore, but it was something he could live with, now. He wanted to see this reminder of the good times, every time he passed through the room.
That taken care of, he started gathering up the wrapping paper and tossing it in the box. He'd sort out the recycling later, but for now it was enough to just get it cleared away.
"I liked the wrapping on my presents, by the way. Very creative," he teased lightly.
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Date: 2017-01-11 01:14 am (UTC)The photo got set up on the coffee table as well, right in the middle, facing the couch. He remembered half a year ago, on his birthday, when he'd smoked a cigarette with a sketch he'd done of Bucky, in bittersweet celebration of another year lived. It ached, still, not having his friends around anymore, but it was something he could live with, now. He wanted to see this reminder of the good times, every time he passed through the room.
That taken care of, he started gathering up the wrapping paper and tossing it in the box. He'd sort out the recycling later, but for now it was enough to just get it cleared away.
"I liked the wrapping on my presents, by the way. Very creative," he teased lightly.