"I would never." He did say he'd keep everything that had happened in that bathroom between them, and besides he didn't really fancy the thought of her helping any other soldiers bathe.
Steve followed her gaze at her quiet sigh, spotting the man in the distance. Slowly he pulled from her, putting a decent amount of distance between them, if only because he didn't know if Richard would be the kind of man to give Mary a hard time about walking in the gardens with some soldier.
"I should head back," he said with a glance at her, smiling. He wished the goodbye could be a little more personal, but they couldn't really do much more than nod politely at this point. "Thank you for the company."
Mary didn't really know what Richard would say, as she did not know him
very well yet. Either way, she didn't care. If he had a problem with her
embracing a soldier who was her friend and happened to be leaving for war,
he would just have to deal with it. She stopped in the path and turned to
Steve, closing the distance that he had put between them.
Mary put her hands on his upper arms and leaned in to lightly kiss one of
his cheeks and then the other. "Please take care of yourself, Steve," she
said. "Survive this and go home. Be happy." She wanted nothing more for
him.
Realizing what she was doing, he leaned down and met her halfway, tipping his head a little to press the briefest of kisses to her cheek. He smiled as he pulled away, offering a faint nod to her words.
"You too, Mary. I do hope you'll be happy." And that she had a husband who at least cared and tried to make her happy was all he could ask for her.
Steve knew that looking back would only make things worse, so after a few seconds, he turned to his own path around the house and started walking, not letting his eyes drift to Mary as she made her way to the main entrance. His last few days here would be lonely ones but he'd rather keep to himself, simply avoiding any places where he might cross paths with her.
It would be better that way. For him and her both, honestly.
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Steve followed her gaze at her quiet sigh, spotting the man in the distance. Slowly he pulled from her, putting a decent amount of distance between them, if only because he didn't know if Richard would be the kind of man to give Mary a hard time about walking in the gardens with some soldier.
"I should head back," he said with a glance at her, smiling. He wished the goodbye could be a little more personal, but they couldn't really do much more than nod politely at this point. "Thank you for the company."
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Mary didn't really know what Richard would say, as she did not know him very well yet. Either way, she didn't care. If he had a problem with her embracing a soldier who was her friend and happened to be leaving for war, he would just have to deal with it. She stopped in the path and turned to Steve, closing the distance that he had put between them.
Mary put her hands on his upper arms and leaned in to lightly kiss one of his cheeks and then the other. "Please take care of yourself, Steve," she said. "Survive this and go home. Be happy." She wanted nothing more for him.
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"You too, Mary. I do hope you'll be happy." And that she had a husband who at least cared and tried to make her happy was all he could ask for her.
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"I hope so too." She smiled at him and briefly squeezed his hand. "Goodbye, Steve."
Mary turned and walked up the path towards the house, a sadness tugging at her heart. She only turned back once to see if he was still there.
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It would be better that way. For him and her both, honestly.
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