[ she offers him a half-smile in response. black, two sugars. he's always liked it simple β in fact, the sugar, she knows, is a luxury of the modern age in his view. he didn't fuss much with that back when he was growing up in brooklyn, certainly not on the front. sugar cost money they couldn't always spare, he'd told her.
before she hands his mug to him, however β
natasha approaches on soft feet and wraps even softer arms around his broad ribs and shoulders. ]
no subject
before she hands his mug to him, however β
natasha approaches on soft feet and wraps even softer arms around his broad ribs and shoulders. ]