[Steve's self-awareness? That's part of what marks him as a good person. Because all the actual assholes of the world don't have that, and just go through life assuming that the shitty things they do are totally normal and grounded and justified. Steve knows enough to know better. He knows enough to do better.
So he is better. Better than what he'd been. And that means a lot to MJ.
She tries not to cling to him as he leads her further out onto the ice, though she has no idea what he means by "soft knees" or how to "get a feel" for something. She's an artist, sure, but with sketching there's a concrete process, things that work, don't work, and can be concretely defined. She's sort of diving headfirst into an unfamiliar world here, so she really hopes she's correct in her theory that Steve is a decent human being and won't just leave her to sink or swim. Or sink or skate, as it happens.
For now, she can only assume she's meant to relax, so she takes another deep breath and tries to do just that, nodding slowly in response.]
Okay. Sure. It's like riding a bike. Did I mention it took me an embarrassingly long time to learn how to ride a bike? So we might be here a while.
[She's mostly joking, though she does try to lean less on Steve as she slowly gains her footing. But that just means that she goes from wrapping her arm around his to gradually letting her hand slip down into his. Even if she gets more comfortable on the ice, she isn't about to let go of him anytime soon.]
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So he is better. Better than what he'd been. And that means a lot to MJ.
She tries not to cling to him as he leads her further out onto the ice, though she has no idea what he means by "soft knees" or how to "get a feel" for something. She's an artist, sure, but with sketching there's a concrete process, things that work, don't work, and can be concretely defined. She's sort of diving headfirst into an unfamiliar world here, so she really hopes she's correct in her theory that Steve is a decent human being and won't just leave her to sink or swim. Or sink or skate, as it happens.
For now, she can only assume she's meant to relax, so she takes another deep breath and tries to do just that, nodding slowly in response.]
Okay. Sure. It's like riding a bike. Did I mention it took me an embarrassingly long time to learn how to ride a bike? So we might be here a while.
[She's mostly joking, though she does try to lean less on Steve as she slowly gains her footing. But that just means that she goes from wrapping her arm around his to gradually letting her hand slip down into his. Even if she gets more comfortable on the ice, she isn't about to let go of him anytime soon.]