[ He doesn't just yet, eyeing her curiously. It's a challenge, sure. The kinda talk he and Steve used to get on the streets of Brooklyn. Steph's lived a hard life, no doubt she'd have it too, after fighting that long, but he's not sure why it's here, when it should have been left behind. ]
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[She's riling him up on purposes, smirking as she settles into a defensive position.
If he's going to hit back now, he can start.]
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Must you?
[ even, and curious. ]
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[She's curious right back, though nothing in her posture shifts, just in case the conversation is a distraction tactic.]
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[ She doesn't get anything out of it that he can see, and it's not like it usually works on him anyway. ]
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I'm just taking shit, Starbucks. It's nothing personal, but I don't shut up in a fight unless it's serious.
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[ Distractionary tactic. He gets it. ]
I don't mind, but you weren't stoppin', you know?
[ Good to know it's not him personally. ]
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D'you want me to stop?
[It's a genuine question, she will stop if it bothers him.]
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Sometimes. When I ain't feelin' up to it.
[ He's been pushed enough, but old instincts are always take more, because he can. ]
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[She smiles, and it's a crooked, easy thing, because she doesn't want him to feel like he's asking anything big of her.]
You can always just tell me to shut my mouth, I won't take it personally.
[Sometimes a blunt Steph, shut up is what she needs.]
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I'll keep that in mind. All right. [ he takes a stance, not perfect, but almost there. he's still learning ] Let's go.
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She's ready for him.]