Steve stood close to the bed, but back far enough that he wasn't in her way, trying not to hover. He clasped his hands together behind his back, falling into parade rest unconsciously; he wasn't wringing his hands, but they were clutched tightly together to keep him from moving forward and helping her. Rogue wouldn't appreciate it, and he needed her to be not-mad at him, so she'd continue to let him take care of her at least a little.
Looking around suddenly, he went into the living room, returning a moment later with her cell phone, which she'd left by the couch, and handed it to her. "Text if you need anything, or think of anything you want me to get. You know what's in the kitchen better than I do," he joked weakly. He was already making a mental list of things he wanted to check if they had, and buy if necessary.
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Date: 2017-01-24 05:32 am (UTC)Looking around suddenly, he went into the living room, returning a moment later with her cell phone, which she'd left by the couch, and handed it to her. "Text if you need anything, or think of anything you want me to get. You know what's in the kitchen better than I do," he joked weakly. He was already making a mental list of things he wanted to check if they had, and buy if necessary.