To Steve, that smile that grows on Morgana’s face feels like enough. Like he’s done something right, and he can’t help but smile in return.
It might have been enough too, if after a few seconds, Steve didn’t hear someone else bidding. He just looks up at Morgana though, to watch her reaction to the other people now shouting bids on stage. Does she want them to win? Or does she want him to keep going? He’ll try, to figure that out.
It’s been almost two weeks since she’d kissed him. No, strike that. Two weeks since they’d kissed each other — he can’t ignore his own culpability for what happened — but things … things have been good. Still awkward, sometimes, but Steve wasn’t going to lose a friend.
“Three hundred and fifty,” he says this time, up to Jack, to compete against the other bids.
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It might have been enough too, if after a few seconds, Steve didn’t hear someone else bidding. He just looks up at Morgana though, to watch her reaction to the other people now shouting bids on stage. Does she want them to win? Or does she want him to keep going? He’ll try, to figure that out.
It’s been almost two weeks since she’d kissed him. No, strike that. Two weeks since they’d kissed each other — he can’t ignore his own culpability for what happened — but things … things have been good. Still awkward, sometimes, but Steve wasn’t going to lose a friend.
“Three hundred and fifty,” he says this time, up to Jack, to compete against the other bids.