Pushing on through weakness is something Steve doesn't know how to stop doing. Even now when he's more lost than he's ever been he can't be still. He doesn't feel like he's good enough anymore so he went and took up Sam's mantle instead. Whatever it takes to make a difference. And if it happens to enable Steve to stay firmly rooted in the past no matter how much others tell him to move on, well.
Steve certainly isn't going to admit it's a factor for doing the work he's doing.
"I had work off and on. Freelance jobs makin' signs or little comics for the papers. Was too weak to work down on the docks or any of the labor work that was available. Bedridden as many days as not." There's equal parts sadness and peace talking about the past. He's not quite as bad as he was. Steve stays in the present this time even though they're talking about days long since past.
It's a choice not to escape to those memories. One he's strong enough to make now.
"There's nothing wrong with flash if it makes you happy. I had a pretty nice apartment in DC for a couple of years. But even then, there wasn't a whole lot extra. If anything, most of the money I spent was on antiques. Things that reminded me of...well. Home." Fixing up the old radio he'd found had been a real treat. Long gone now, of course. "Thanks, pal."
For the cake and for the drink. There was a time Steve would have gotten embarrassed over being given such a large portion of food even if it's more in line to how he eats when he's alone. He's always hated how much energy it takes to fuel this body of his. Never quite gotten past how wasteful and greedy it feels for a kid who grew up during the Depression to eat the way he does. It's one more thing Steve just doesn't have in him to fret about anymore.
The cake's damn good, too.
"I hope you've had some of this yourself. It's a real treat."
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Date: 2019-07-25 02:24 am (UTC)Steve certainly isn't going to admit it's a factor for doing the work he's doing.
"I had work off and on. Freelance jobs makin' signs or little comics for the papers. Was too weak to work down on the docks or any of the labor work that was available. Bedridden as many days as not." There's equal parts sadness and peace talking about the past. He's not quite as bad as he was. Steve stays in the present this time even though they're talking about days long since past.
It's a choice not to escape to those memories. One he's strong enough to make now.
"There's nothing wrong with flash if it makes you happy. I had a pretty nice apartment in DC for a couple of years. But even then, there wasn't a whole lot extra. If anything, most of the money I spent was on antiques. Things that reminded me of...well. Home." Fixing up the old radio he'd found had been a real treat. Long gone now, of course. "Thanks, pal."
For the cake and for the drink. There was a time Steve would have gotten embarrassed over being given such a large portion of food even if it's more in line to how he eats when he's alone. He's always hated how much energy it takes to fuel this body of his. Never quite gotten past how wasteful and greedy it feels for a kid who grew up during the Depression to eat the way he does. It's one more thing Steve just doesn't have in him to fret about anymore.
The cake's damn good, too.
"I hope you've had some of this yourself. It's a real treat."