He smiled, vaguely amused at her words. "Maybe going up and down endless flights of stairs is easier for you, but I'm only human," he pointed out playfully, knowing that Diana would have a much easier time than he would doing that. Still, he understood the sentiment. And really, he was much less likely to survive a lift drop than she was.
Then again she could always go punch Hades in the face and get him back again if that happened. She did that once already, so.
Honestly, asking for a simple breakfast seemed like the only possible option. He could've asked for more, granted, but right now he needed to cling to any bit of familiarity he could find, and right now Diana was about the only thing. To know that people still would have something as plain as coffee and toast for breakfast was, admittedly, a small but welcome comfort.
"We can walk, if it's not far." It'd be easier to get used to his surroundings that way. He was fairly sure that the cabs would look different, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to deal with that particular change right now. He tugged on her arm a little, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm fine, Diana. Really, I feel great."
She smiled at him just a little, brow arched as she regarded him. "It's good exercise." Diana wouldn't mention that some buildings these days scale far more floors than most thought possible a century ago. Besides, she liked to tease him when she could. It felt too good to feel light again and show that side of herself close to no one knew existed any longer.
Squeezing his hand, she couldn't stop herself from drawing it to her lips and kissing his knuckles with a brush of her lips. Diana knew she was worrying more than necessary, but it had also been a very long time... Breathing in slowly, she tugged him in the direction of the diner. "It's not far at all. And it's quiet."
When she'd found a loft in Greece, she'd been careful to get it in a quiet, nice area. Where it made it pretty remote in someways, it helped in others. Like not wanting to be seen when she first moved in and the strange hours she kept as she found the way to bring him back.
Tipping her head up into the kiss to her cheek, she smiled softly. "Good. I'm..." The emotion caught in her throat and she cleared it softly. "I'm glad." Her eyes lingered on his profile before she finally forced herself to look ahead again. Breathing in, she tipped her head to an older architecture building on the corner with tables sitting out on the sidewalk not but a few blocks ahead. "Look alright to you?"
"It's a sure way of keeling over with a heart attack," he joked mildly, even though he likely shouldn't, considering he was dead not even a day ago. But, well, he didn't linger on the remark, and he hoped she wouldn't either. Point being, it was good exercise for her— he, on the other hand, welcomed not having to go up and down several flights of stairs every single day.
Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."
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Then again she could always go punch Hades in the face and get him back again if that happened. She did that once already, so.
Honestly, asking for a simple breakfast seemed like the only possible option. He could've asked for more, granted, but right now he needed to cling to any bit of familiarity he could find, and right now Diana was about the only thing. To know that people still would have something as plain as coffee and toast for breakfast was, admittedly, a small but welcome comfort.
"We can walk, if it's not far." It'd be easier to get used to his surroundings that way. He was fairly sure that the cabs would look different, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to deal with that particular change right now. He tugged on her arm a little, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm fine, Diana. Really, I feel great."
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Squeezing his hand, she couldn't stop herself from drawing it to her lips and kissing his knuckles with a brush of her lips. Diana knew she was worrying more than necessary, but it had also been a very long time... Breathing in slowly, she tugged him in the direction of the diner. "It's not far at all. And it's quiet."
When she'd found a loft in Greece, she'd been careful to get it in a quiet, nice area. Where it made it pretty remote in someways, it helped in others. Like not wanting to be seen when she first moved in and the strange hours she kept as she found the way to bring him back.
Tipping her head up into the kiss to her cheek, she smiled softly. "Good. I'm..." The emotion caught in her throat and she cleared it softly. "I'm glad." Her eyes lingered on his profile before she finally forced herself to look ahead again. Breathing in, she tipped her head to an older architecture building on the corner with tables sitting out on the sidewalk not but a few blocks ahead. "Look alright to you?"
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Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."