[ she almost wants to laugh at the comment, frozen in the moment, as if she should have expected anything else from him. he's exactly the way that she remembers him. seventy years on and yet here they both stand, like no time had passed at all.
she closes the door before she answers, and time practically slows as she takes a few seconds to decide whether or not she's going to unlatch it, open it and let him in. it's bigger than just passing through a doorway after all, it's not just walking in, it's letting him back into her life again.
(although, arguably, he's never really left)
see there has been other guys. of course there has, it's been a long time and she's not the type of woman to devote her life to a ghost of a man. except intentionally or not, she has anyway. nothing has ever stuck, settled and become long term. she's never married, never had kids, and it's not just once that the 'third man in their relationship' was the reason for a break-up. it's steve, her steve and he'll always be there with her to some degree.
it's just that now it's much more physical than the years of idle thoughts and pouring over a long inactive file.
she opens it though, she slides the latch off and steps back to open the door properly, and she still doesn't answer his question just yet. instead she just looks at him, scrutinises every detail, and then finally the barest hints of a smile touch the corners of her lips. she nods her head inside, a silent invitation to come in, and folds her arms over her chest. ]
I haven't quite decided yet. That's an awful long time for a rain check, Rogers.
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she closes the door before she answers, and time practically slows as she takes a few seconds to decide whether or not she's going to unlatch it, open it and let him in. it's bigger than just passing through a doorway after all, it's not just walking in, it's letting him back into her life again.
(although, arguably, he's never really left)
see there has been other guys. of course there has, it's been a long time and she's not the type of woman to devote her life to a ghost of a man. except intentionally or not, she has anyway. nothing has ever stuck, settled and become long term. she's never married, never had kids, and it's not just once that the 'third man in their relationship' was the reason for a break-up. it's steve, her steve and he'll always be there with her to some degree.
it's just that now it's much more physical than the years of idle thoughts and pouring over a long inactive file.
she opens it though, she slides the latch off and steps back to open the door properly, and she still doesn't answer his question just yet. instead she just looks at him, scrutinises every detail, and then finally the barest hints of a smile touch the corners of her lips. she nods her head inside, a silent invitation to come in, and folds her arms over her chest. ]
I haven't quite decided yet. That's an awful long time for a rain check, Rogers.