Steve's aware there's something she isn't telling him, but that's par for the course. The fact is, she's opening up about a lot more than she has to, so whatever it is she's choosing not to say is fine by him for now. He'll take what he can get.
"Wow. Parachuting clubs?" He twists a smile. "Sounds like it's a little less peaceful than I thought. But, uh, I guess that depends on what you're used to. I can't sleep at night without a window cracked so I can hear the street noise. Growing up back in Brooklyn, there was always noise, night or day. And the river closest to me was always busy, but that's where the Navy Yard was, too."
He hesitates, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. He half expects Nat will scold him for not locking his windows at night, but he figures he's probably not telling her anything she doesn't already know. "Dacha. That sounds nice, even if you didn't have room for all your jet skis and beach gear."
He's teasing. The apartment he's in now back in D.C. is bigger than anywhere he's ever lived before. It's not the space that matters, but the people who fill it.
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"Wow. Parachuting clubs?" He twists a smile. "Sounds like it's a little less peaceful than I thought. But, uh, I guess that depends on what you're used to. I can't sleep at night without a window cracked so I can hear the street noise. Growing up back in Brooklyn, there was always noise, night or day. And the river closest to me was always busy, but that's where the Navy Yard was, too."
He hesitates, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. He half expects Nat will scold him for not locking his windows at night, but he figures he's probably not telling her anything she doesn't already know. "Dacha. That sounds nice, even if you didn't have room for all your jet skis and beach gear."
He's teasing. The apartment he's in now back in D.C. is bigger than anywhere he's ever lived before. It's not the space that matters, but the people who fill it.