Night Technique
She knew that, she also knew that his talking to Steve would take time. It would have to be on his time, Steve’s too. But then she wondered if it might just need to happen, rip the Band-Aid off or it may not happen at all. She wanted them to talk, to make up for lost time, she remembered the times Steve would talk about his best friend, when she could get him to open up and how melancholy it made him. She could see similar in James sometimes, especially the times she mentioned Steve, shared some of her adventures she’d had with the good Captain with him… and she felt a little guilty that all this time she had known his best friend and had no idea. And she had no idea how to tell Steve that fact. But she knew she needed to.
However, for now she kept that to herself and refocused on the here and now, smiling at the offer of breakfast.
“Sounds like a plan.” She had gotten a little lost in her thoughts and it showed a little in her tone as she pulled out of her own head and back to being where she was, looking at familiar blue eyes. Eyes full of things that stole her breath and made her a little afraid at the same time.
She stood then. “And you’ll figure out what to say to him when you see him…” they both would, she figured, because how did one prepare for a conversation like that anyways?
James stretched, joints popping loudly, his arm whirling in time as he rolled his shoulders. “Are you tired of pancakes, yet?” he ventured in a hum as he pulled aside some apples in time with pulling out a cutting board.
“I mean I know you eat almost anything, but if you’re getting tired of pancakes, please lord let me know” he teased her as he moved to wash the apples after pulling the sticker off of them. He set about slicing and coring the apples before placing them on some plates. He peeked into the fridge and carefully took out the carton of eggs before he set them aside on the counter and dug around through their left overs for the carnitas from a few nights ago.
“Is a scramble okay?”