[ He waits, giving a small, sympathetic wince at the sound her bones make. He's felt the same, hunched for hours over the little drawing desk in his room. Easy to lose time when your focus gets that confined. ]
What're you working on now? [ He tips his head toward her, starting to walk in the direction of the train station. The streets are mildly crowded, plenty of ears and eyes that aren't paying any particular attention to the pair of them. Steve doesn't stand out much on his own, his clothing neither flashy or so shabby that he'd get wary glances from the folks on this side of the block. ]
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What're you working on now? [ He tips his head toward her, starting to walk in the direction of the train station. The streets are mildly crowded, plenty of ears and eyes that aren't paying any particular attention to the pair of them. Steve doesn't stand out much on his own, his clothing neither flashy or so shabby that he'd get wary glances from the folks on this side of the block. ]