His head tilts as his eyebrows momentarily narrow. She’d called him Steve, but he doesn’t dare read too much into it. He’d practically introduced himself over and over again during their last interaction.
“Ma’am.” He nods his head down in respect. Even if she doesn’t really remember him, she’s at least from home. She won’t object to all the conventions that feel so natural to him — right?
“I was hopin’ to see you today. I wanted to know … how are you finding … things?”
It’s not his smoothest moment, if Steve had smooth moments, but something about it makes his lips curl up into a smile. The irony isn’t lost on him that even now, even when he remembers carrying her casket, seeing Peggy like this — it still gives him butterflies. It doesn’t even matter that he’s no longer that stumbling boy in the body of a man, trying to keep up with the new breadth of his own lungs. At least now, he has the self-awareness to find a certain comedy in his actions.
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“Ma’am.” He nods his head down in respect. Even if she doesn’t really remember him, she’s at least from home. She won’t object to all the conventions that feel so natural to him — right?
“I was hopin’ to see you today. I wanted to know … how are you finding … things?”
It’s not his smoothest moment, if Steve had smooth moments, but something about it makes his lips curl up into a smile. The irony isn’t lost on him that even now, even when he remembers carrying her casket, seeing Peggy like this — it still gives him butterflies. It doesn’t even matter that he’s no longer that stumbling boy in the body of a man, trying to keep up with the new breadth of his own lungs. At least now, he has the self-awareness to find a certain comedy in his actions.