Steve cupped her hand in his, stroking the side with his thumb; his face was filled with guilt and remorse.
Was he okay? No, he really wasn't. He'd screwed up asking her to move in with him, but he was pretty sure now she would've said no no matter how or when he'd asked. If he'd been back home in his time, he never would've asked her to move in, but by now he would've proposed. After five months, if he hadn't proposed, people would've been pestering him constantly about it, especially because it was clear they were crazy about each other.
Back home. It wasn't his home anymore though, was it? He was here in this strange world with crazy inventions and completely different ideals, and he was just trying to keep his head above water - and for a time, he'd been managing it, had been swimming with the current, and it was due in large part to Rogue. Now he was being swept away by the undertow, and he didn't know what he was going to do. Except soldier on, just like he always had, and not let anyone see just how fractured he was getting.
That wasn't at all what Rogue was asking about, but Steve didn't realize that, because physically, he was fine; her power had made him a little groggy for a few seconds, but he'd bounced back almost immediately. It was barely a blip on his radar, other than realizing that now, she had a piece of him inside her. He was one of the figures always invisibly looming over her shoulder, now. That thought brought him a little comfort.
Taking a deep breath, Steve paused slightly before responding, "Sure." Another pause, while he quirked a smile at her. It was a little lacking in strength, but still sincere. "Yeah, I'm okay." If she could lie about how she was feeling, then so could he.
"Come on. Let's get this cleaned up." He got them both on their feet, but glanced at the floor, where glass and blood still littered it in front of the sink. "Maybe in the bathroom would be better."
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Date: 2017-01-12 01:19 pm (UTC)Was he okay? No, he really wasn't. He'd screwed up asking her to move in with him, but he was pretty sure now she would've said no no matter how or when he'd asked. If he'd been back home in his time, he never would've asked her to move in, but by now he would've proposed. After five months, if he hadn't proposed, people would've been pestering him constantly about it, especially because it was clear they were crazy about each other.
Back home. It wasn't his home anymore though, was it? He was here in this strange world with crazy inventions and completely different ideals, and he was just trying to keep his head above water - and for a time, he'd been managing it, had been swimming with the current, and it was due in large part to Rogue. Now he was being swept away by the undertow, and he didn't know what he was going to do. Except soldier on, just like he always had, and not let anyone see just how fractured he was getting.
That wasn't at all what Rogue was asking about, but Steve didn't realize that, because physically, he was fine; her power had made him a little groggy for a few seconds, but he'd bounced back almost immediately. It was barely a blip on his radar, other than realizing that now, she had a piece of him inside her. He was one of the figures always invisibly looming over her shoulder, now. That thought brought him a little comfort.
Taking a deep breath, Steve paused slightly before responding, "Sure." Another pause, while he quirked a smile at her. It was a little lacking in strength, but still sincere. "Yeah, I'm okay." If she could lie about how she was feeling, then so could he.
"Come on. Let's get this cleaned up." He got them both on their feet, but glanced at the floor, where glass and blood still littered it in front of the sink. "Maybe in the bathroom would be better."