He was never gonna get used to Marie kissing him. She liked to greet him like that, and he was never sure if he should be flattered, or vaguely offended, like she was treating him like a little brother. Mostly, it just made him feel awkward, but still incredibly happy.

"It was church," he said with a shrug, moving to take off his jacket now that he was inside. "I mean, I like it, but it doesn't really change from one day to the next." He'd never been good at explaining how the routine of Mass never got old for him, it was the repetition that he enjoyed, the knowledge that it wouldn't change. Even the disapproval of the priest during Confession was familiar and comforting.

That reminded him. "It's Ash Wednesday this week." He wasn't sure how familiar Marie was with Catholic traditions. "That's the start of Lent. I don't know... I haven't decided if I'm gonna give something up for Lent, or do something extra. There's not a whole lot I could give up for forty days. A lotta people give up one of their favorite foods, but-- my diet's pretty specific and restricted, I don't wanna screw it up. I may... I may give up drawing." His fingers twitched in unconscious response, betraying what a large sacrifice that would be. That showed it meant something though, right? If Christ could fast in the desert for forty days and nights, and still resist Satan, Steve could surely resist drawing.