She snorts softly, and tips her head to rest against his shoulder for a moment.
"Steve is rubbing off on you," she says, but it's gently teasing, not worried - not the way it would have been a year ago, while he was still just finding himself. "I don't think I know how to be hopeful. But it looks good on you."
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"Steve is rubbing off on you," she says, but it's gently teasing, not worried - not the way it would have been a year ago, while he was still just finding himself. "I don't think I know how to be hopeful. But it looks good on you."