( Say what you want about Steve, but the one thing he has always excelled at was listening to people. Even if he had been misguided in his past when it came to helping people, he strove to do right by them. It took a little bit of work, and the sacrifice of what had been a very promising relationship with one Nancy Wheeler, but eventually he hit his stride.
With Robin Buckley and Dustin Henderson, he found that what he really wanted out of life was to be a caretaker. All his life he had been fawned over for his money but ignored by his own parents, when all he wanted was to feel a genuine kind of love and affection. And while it might have led to Steve feeling like he's lacking, he does feel confident while listening to Felix, that this is exactly where he's supposed to be on this mission. Sure, it might not be glamorous or heroic on a larger scale, but he's seen everyone else they've been traveling with. He knows he'll never compare to the Dantes and the Doctor Stranges, the people with immense powers and abilities and strength.
But that doesn't mean he can't help in other ways, by connecting with people. Sure, Felix is just a teammate, but the crew is only as strong while everyone works together and trusts each other.
So, he listens. He keeps steady eye contact, hums at appropriate points to show that he's paying attention, and smiles. He can tell that Felix's relationship with his mother was special, just by the way he talks about her. It simultaneously warms his heart and breaks it, because he knows how that is, longing for the way things are.
Hell, Steve still has his mother back home, but it hardly feels like he does, even when his parents come back to town to visit. He feels a longing pang in his chest as he sighs, reminiscing. )
Thank you for sharing that with me, Felix.
( He takes a moment to think to himself, wondering if he should leave it at that. Yet, there's a chance for connection here, he can practically taste it. )
I don't think it's stupid. One of my favorite memories is of my mom. My dad was away on a business trip, and back then she didn't chase after him so it was just the two of us. She loved to play records and dance, and she'd try to teach me.
Well, back then I wasn't very good at it, pretty much had two left feet. But she didn't care, she just laughed, and --
( He pauses as he looks up at the sky, his eyes stinging with tears. He hadn't realized how much he missed her. The memory of her, at least, instead of the shell of herself that she's become. )
She was so beautiful like that, just smiling without a care in the world. I miss that, when she could just be herself around me, when she could be happy just by dancing to a stupid song.
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With Robin Buckley and Dustin Henderson, he found that what he really wanted out of life was to be a caretaker. All his life he had been fawned over for his money but ignored by his own parents, when all he wanted was to feel a genuine kind of love and affection. And while it might have led to Steve feeling like he's lacking, he does feel confident while listening to Felix, that this is exactly where he's supposed to be on this mission. Sure, it might not be glamorous or heroic on a larger scale, but he's seen everyone else they've been traveling with. He knows he'll never compare to the Dantes and the Doctor Stranges, the people with immense powers and abilities and strength.
But that doesn't mean he can't help in other ways, by connecting with people. Sure, Felix is just a teammate, but the crew is only as strong while everyone works together and trusts each other.
So, he listens. He keeps steady eye contact, hums at appropriate points to show that he's paying attention, and smiles. He can tell that Felix's relationship with his mother was special, just by the way he talks about her. It simultaneously warms his heart and breaks it, because he knows how that is, longing for the way things are.
Hell, Steve still has his mother back home, but it hardly feels like he does, even when his parents come back to town to visit. He feels a longing pang in his chest as he sighs, reminiscing. )
Thank you for sharing that with me, Felix.
( He takes a moment to think to himself, wondering if he should leave it at that. Yet, there's a chance for connection here, he can practically taste it. )
I don't think it's stupid. One of my favorite memories is of my mom. My dad was away on a business trip, and back then she didn't chase after him so it was just the two of us. She loved to play records and dance, and she'd try to teach me.
Well, back then I wasn't very good at it, pretty much had two left feet. But she didn't care, she just laughed, and --
( He pauses as he looks up at the sky, his eyes stinging with tears. He hadn't realized how much he missed her. The memory of her, at least, instead of the shell of herself that she's become. )
She was so beautiful like that, just smiling without a care in the world. I miss that, when she could just be herself around me, when she could be happy just by dancing to a stupid song.