Survivor's guilt was something Steve was quite familiar with, and while her own situation may be more complicated than his own, it didn't mean that Steve couldn't sympathize with it. They'd just have to cross that bridge when they came to it, together.
"You are looking a little pink," Steve said. He nodded toward the nearby entrance of the park. "We can head toward the road, see if there are any benches in the shade there." There were trees planted along the edges of the park, surely there must be places for people to sit and enjoy the park without being roasted in the heat. If nothing else, they could spread the blanket out under one of them. There wasn't as much open space there, which was why they hadn't chosen a spot there in the first place.
A cranky Rogue was something Steve couldn't really imagine, she was always so sweet and caring and nice - but he kind of wanted to see it. Not that he wanted her to be in a bad mood, but... well, no one had ever accused him of making wise decisions.
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"You are looking a little pink," Steve said. He nodded toward the nearby entrance of the park. "We can head toward the road, see if there are any benches in the shade there." There were trees planted along the edges of the park, surely there must be places for people to sit and enjoy the park without being roasted in the heat. If nothing else, they could spread the blanket out under one of them. There wasn't as much open space there, which was why they hadn't chosen a spot there in the first place.
A cranky Rogue was something Steve couldn't really imagine, she was always so sweet and caring and nice - but he kind of wanted to see it. Not that he wanted her to be in a bad mood, but... well, no one had ever accused him of making wise decisions.