[ It feels too good to hear his voice travel through the apartment. She's never been the homemaker type, never once considered that life of cleaning house and having dinner ready when the husband got home from work, but in that moment she can almost understand the appeal.
The thought is squashed quickly. This isn't her life; she isn't supposed to be here. She can't let herself settle into something that can't last, especially when she's been here for so long already. Some part of her is just waiting for Sousa to politely suggest she might be more comfortable at one of the women's boarding houses in the city — maybe if she prepares herself enough for it, she won't feel the oh so familiar sting of rejection and being unwanted.
Turning, she gives him a natural smile over her shoulder, still stirring the sauce per her carefully recorded notes. ] I wanted to surprise you. You're always cooking for me, it's about time I return the favor.
[ The truth is, if he did ever suggest a thing like that, it won't be because he wanted to be rid of her. He'd only ever mention it if he thought it would make her feel more comfortable than living with a veritable stranger. But she doesn't seem too uncomfortable, although she has every right to be. And truthfully, he likes having her around. His apartment would seem very quiet if she left, so he's just determined to enjoy this while it lasts. ]
Oh, I'm very surprised, but you know you don't have to do things like this if you don't want to. I know you're busy too, and for what it's worth, I'm happy to keep cooking for you.
[ But he can't stop the wide grin that forms, and he takes in another long inhale to draw in that scent. ]
I'm not going to complain, though. That smells delicious and I can't wait to try it.
[ And then he remembers the little something he stopped to get on the way, and now, considering what she's making, it seems especially fitting. ]
I, uh- I picked us up a little surprise.
[ Is it inappropriate? Perhaps. But they passed appropriate behavior a few weeks back. ]
I hope you like wine. [ He takes out a bottle of red wine and he sets it on the counter. ]
[ Everyone in this time is a veritable stranger. At least with Sousa, she knows he's a good man, one of the best SHIELD ever saw. She knows she can trust him more than anyone else in this time, even if that's nowhere near as much as she would trust a member of her team. It's something that's begun to wear at her bit by bit with each day that passes.
That smile of his helps though, a lot more than she cares to admit to herself. Glancing at the bottle he produces, her own smile grows. ]
I do, yeah. Though I'll warn you that I know nothing about wine and couldn't tell the difference between a $2 bottle and a $20 one, so I hope it's not the latter.
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The thought is squashed quickly. This isn't her life; she isn't supposed to be here. She can't let herself settle into something that can't last, especially when she's been here for so long already. Some part of her is just waiting for Sousa to politely suggest she might be more comfortable at one of the women's boarding houses in the city — maybe if she prepares herself enough for it, she won't feel the oh so familiar sting of rejection and being unwanted.
Turning, she gives him a natural smile over her shoulder, still stirring the sauce per her carefully recorded notes. ] I wanted to surprise you. You're always cooking for me, it's about time I return the favor.
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Oh, I'm very surprised, but you know you don't have to do things like this if you don't want to. I know you're busy too, and for what it's worth, I'm happy to keep cooking for you.
[ But he can't stop the wide grin that forms, and he takes in another long inhale to draw in that scent. ]
I'm not going to complain, though. That smells delicious and I can't wait to try it.
[ And then he remembers the little something he stopped to get on the way, and now, considering what she's making, it seems especially fitting. ]
I, uh- I picked us up a little surprise.
[ Is it inappropriate? Perhaps. But they passed appropriate behavior a few weeks back. ]
I hope you like wine. [ He takes out a bottle of red wine and he sets it on the counter. ]
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That smile of his helps though, a lot more than she cares to admit to herself. Glancing at the bottle he produces, her own smile grows. ]
I do, yeah. Though I'll warn you that I know nothing about wine and couldn't tell the difference between a $2 bottle and a $20 one, so I hope it's not the latter.
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Well, I suppose you're in luck then, because I sort of do. I'm no wine expert, but I do like a certain kind for special occasions.
[ And he just continues on, unaware that he may or may not have just implied that this is a special occasion. Don't ask him which one; it just is. ]
Plus, you know, I got paid recently, so- [ It's a splurge, but he can afford it. ]