Steve almost asked what she seemed to already be planning for next year, when to him, she'd already gone out of her way to make this day so special for him - but decided against it. He could put it out of his mind if he didn't know the details, but if she was already making plans for next year... he'd be fretting for another 365 days over the trouble she was going to. Best to just not think about it, and let her do what she wanted. It was a theme he was still getting used to, with Rogue. He had a feeling it would be an every day occurrence for a while, stepping back and letting her go to whatever lengths she wished for him. He wished he could do more for her...
Steve came to the uneasy realization that he didn't really know what there was he could do for Rogue. So far, all he knew was that she enjoyed physical contact, and was a little spotty on modern pop culture; not as much as himself, and it wasn't like he could really help her with that, other than letting her help him figure it all out, and maybe she'd learn some things as well. He was forcibly reminded that they really didn't know each other that well, besides the broad strokes of their lives that coincided so well. It seemed like she'd been asking the questions, and he'd been giving the answers, but not returning the favor.
He really wasn't very good at getting to know people. Not in a short amount of time like this, anyway. He'd have to start paying attention, and try to remember to ask questions more. Nothing probing, he didn't want to inadvertently upset her - that was really part of the problem, he still didn't know where any of her personal landmines were, and he'd already set several off on accident, he was loathe to do it again.
He'd just have to take it one moment at a time. Neither of them was going anywhere, after all.
Grinning, he heaved himself into a sitting position, folding his legs under him and smoothing down the khaki. "You don't need more sugar," he teased, feeling bold, "you're already sweet enough as it is."
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Steve came to the uneasy realization that he didn't really know what there was he could do for Rogue. So far, all he knew was that she enjoyed physical contact, and was a little spotty on modern pop culture; not as much as himself, and it wasn't like he could really help her with that, other than letting her help him figure it all out, and maybe she'd learn some things as well. He was forcibly reminded that they really didn't know each other that well, besides the broad strokes of their lives that coincided so well. It seemed like she'd been asking the questions, and he'd been giving the answers, but not returning the favor.
He really wasn't very good at getting to know people. Not in a short amount of time like this, anyway. He'd have to start paying attention, and try to remember to ask questions more. Nothing probing, he didn't want to inadvertently upset her - that was really part of the problem, he still didn't know where any of her personal landmines were, and he'd already set several off on accident, he was loathe to do it again.
He'd just have to take it one moment at a time. Neither of them was going anywhere, after all.
Grinning, he heaved himself into a sitting position, folding his legs under him and smoothing down the khaki. "You don't need more sugar," he teased, feeling bold, "you're already sweet enough as it is."
Corny. So corny, Rogers.