He takes his time considering that. Seems appropriate for this lesson taught to Peggy Carter by perhaps the one person to have ever broken her heart, and more than once at that. Of course he doesn't yet know of the hours spent in her room, of Peggy's efforts to rend herself from the memory after so many attempts to change it.
He doesn't need to know all of that to understand what it means to be the type of person they are—and to be taught such a valuable lesson by someone he loves.
In spite of everything, he grins faintly as he rolls his head back against the wall. This event is about all of their worst memories, put on a never-ending loop of mockery, teasing that they might be changed though they cannot. But for even someone like Rip, who has seen so much hardship throughout the whole of history, there are good things to recall as well. Jewels, buried among the muck.]
And when you know it, it changes everything. [It's his turn to huff, though his agreement holds less reluctance than hers had. He turns to look at Peggy again then; head still back against the wall, but eyes less clouded, shoulders less weighted than they had been a moment before.
Miranda and Steve likely would've gotten on, he thinks.]
I never properly expressed my gratitude for breakfast, did I? [Tea and pastries, and a conversation that has left him feeling somehow better in spite of all of this mess. What a wonder.] Thank you, Miss Carter.
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He takes his time considering that. Seems appropriate for this lesson taught to Peggy Carter by perhaps the one person to have ever broken her heart, and more than once at that. Of course he doesn't yet know of the hours spent in her room, of Peggy's efforts to rend herself from the memory after so many attempts to change it.
He doesn't need to know all of that to understand what it means to be the type of person they are—and to be taught such a valuable lesson by someone he loves.
In spite of everything, he grins faintly as he rolls his head back against the wall. This event is about all of their worst memories, put on a never-ending loop of mockery, teasing that they might be changed though they cannot. But for even someone like Rip, who has seen so much hardship throughout the whole of history, there are good things to recall as well. Jewels, buried among the muck.]
And when you know it, it changes everything. [It's his turn to huff, though his agreement holds less reluctance than hers had. He turns to look at Peggy again then; head still back against the wall, but eyes less clouded, shoulders less weighted than they had been a moment before.
Miranda and Steve likely would've gotten on, he thinks.]
I never properly expressed my gratitude for breakfast, did I? [Tea and pastries, and a conversation that has left him feeling somehow better in spite of all of this mess. What a wonder.] Thank you, Miss Carter.