[Steve lets out a slow breath. It's maybe the same kind of argument people have made to him, time and again. It's the kind that has, for better or worse, started sticking - that he's never learned how to square with himself.
And with everything going on, with where he is and what he is...]
All right. You're an Assistant, after all. You must know better.
[It's not as backhanded as it could be; there is genuine defeat, closure, in his voice. But there is, admittedly, a tiny bit of defiance, too.
He's done, though. So unless she grabs for him, he's going to walk away. And probably stew over it, but not enough to bring it back up again. Or ever tell B about this.]
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And with everything going on, with where he is and what he is...]
All right. You're an Assistant, after all. You must know better.
[It's not as backhanded as it could be; there is genuine defeat, closure, in his voice. But there is, admittedly, a tiny bit of defiance, too.
He's done, though. So unless she grabs for him, he's going to walk away. And probably stew over it, but not enough to bring it back up again. Or ever tell B about this.]