[ Given how overwhelming this all is, "actually, not so terrible" is probably the best sort of reaction that Steve could have expected. Feeling like he needs to keep things light for both of them, he smiles and nods. ] That's what I like to hear.
[ Steve pulls his hand back, but he keeps his arm within reaching distance in case Peggy wants to hold on to it for support. While he doubts that she will, never one to let herself be seen as weak in public, Steve always makes sure that she has that option all the same.
He leads them to the front door of the building, feeling a strange twisting in his stomach as they approach. He's about to let Peggy see where he lives, every little personal detail that has slowly accumulated in his apartment, and that shouldn't make him nervous but it does. All the same, he punches the code in and holds the door open for her, nodding to the elevators across the hall. ] I'm on the sixth floor. Let's just be glad it's not a walk-up, right? [ Those had always been more common in NYC. ]
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[ Steve pulls his hand back, but he keeps his arm within reaching distance in case Peggy wants to hold on to it for support. While he doubts that she will, never one to let herself be seen as weak in public, Steve always makes sure that she has that option all the same.
He leads them to the front door of the building, feeling a strange twisting in his stomach as they approach. He's about to let Peggy see where he lives, every little personal detail that has slowly accumulated in his apartment, and that shouldn't make him nervous but it does. All the same, he punches the code in and holds the door open for her, nodding to the elevators across the hall. ] I'm on the sixth floor. Let's just be glad it's not a walk-up, right? [ Those had always been more common in NYC. ]