It all kind of tumbles out of her in a rush, and Steve has to wonder if this is something that she doesn’t tell very many people. Maybe it’s something she trusts him with.
Fuck, he wants to kiss her.
“You’ll get there,” he says instead, because he knows that much to be true. Steve knows that he’s somewhat decent at pep talks, at least for ones aimed at idiot teenage boys, but he doesn’t know if he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t really know what it’s like to have such ambition.
“I know you’ll get there,” he tells her sincerely, letting his hand come to rest on her shoulder. “But have you ever had a time in your life where you didn’t have to worry about something? Where you can just kind of— enjoy the moment?”
From what he’s gleaned about her upbringing, he has to assume she hasn’t. Even when she was little maybe, when kids aren’t supposed to worry about anything.
“I think you deserve that,” he assures her as he gives her shoulder a squeeze and rests his thumb against a knot of muscle against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He chuckles a little and presses his thumb into it, rubbing slow circles to try and loosen it up. “It might even be good for you. And then you’ll go to school, and you’ll get that job. You’ll get that house. I know you will, and maybe you’ll think back fondly on those few months you hung out with me and did fuck all.”
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Fuck, he wants to kiss her.
“You’ll get there,” he says instead, because he knows that much to be true. Steve knows that he’s somewhat decent at pep talks, at least for ones aimed at idiot teenage boys, but he doesn’t know if he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t really know what it’s like to have such ambition.
“I know you’ll get there,” he tells her sincerely, letting his hand come to rest on her shoulder. “But have you ever had a time in your life where you didn’t have to worry about something? Where you can just kind of— enjoy the moment?”
From what he’s gleaned about her upbringing, he has to assume she hasn’t. Even when she was little maybe, when kids aren’t supposed to worry about anything.
“I think you deserve that,” he assures her as he gives her shoulder a squeeze and rests his thumb against a knot of muscle against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He chuckles a little and presses his thumb into it, rubbing slow circles to try and loosen it up. “It might even be good for you. And then you’ll go to school, and you’ll get that job. You’ll get that house. I know you will, and maybe you’ll think back fondly on those few months you hung out with me and did fuck all.”