"Hey, so do I," Steve points out; it's still got a little tinge of sullenness, but there's this gentleness creeping into his voice he can't quite quash, either, eyes on Winter's face as he follows him through the door, not really paying attention to where they're going because Winter is so conveniently tugging him along.
"She's a good person to know, then," he murmurs, waiting for Winter to actually get said brownie out of his locker. "You have good friends."
It's a good thing. He's glad to see it. Even when it makes him feel an awful, twisted kind of jealous on days like these, where he feels good for nothing, he's still glad to see Winter with good people at his back, too.
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"She's a good person to know, then," he murmurs, waiting for Winter to actually get said brownie out of his locker. "You have good friends."
It's a good thing. He's glad to see it. Even when it makes him feel an awful, twisted kind of jealous on days like these, where he feels good for nothing, he's still glad to see Winter with good people at his back, too.