Robin’s hand slips into his and Steve gives it a reassuring squeeze before leading her out of the store. It’s weird, because he should be excited, right? Sure, yeah, holding hands is little kid stuff, but he likes Robin. This should feel like the start of something. It should thrill him, shouldn’t it?
Instead it just feels comforting. Grounding, in a way, and to Steve that might almost be better. It gives him something to think about, at any rate.
“There’s food at my place,” Steve says, and then rolls his eyes at himself and lets the bag handle slide up his forearm so he can get his phone out of his pocket. “But obviously neither of us are in the mood to make something, so I’ll order a pizza.”
Bev showed him how to set up the food delivery app, so he concentrated on the little screen and puts through a quick order for the same thing he got last time, and then holds up the phone for Robin to see. “Beats the hell out of the Clapper.”
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Instead it just feels comforting. Grounding, in a way, and to Steve that might almost be better. It gives him something to think about, at any rate.
“There’s food at my place,” Steve says, and then rolls his eyes at himself and lets the bag handle slide up his forearm so he can get his phone out of his pocket. “But obviously neither of us are in the mood to make something, so I’ll order a pizza.”
Bev showed him how to set up the food delivery app, so he concentrated on the little screen and puts through a quick order for the same thing he got last time, and then holds up the phone for Robin to see. “Beats the hell out of the Clapper.”