[ He rolls his eyes, but ultimately cracks a grin and bows back to her, equally sarcastic and half-assed. He evades the question less than smoothly, opting to acknowledge it only with a low hum for the sake of being stubborn. He doesn’t have an answer for her, mostly, but it’s not exactly subtle how his expression softens at the sound of Steve’s name—just a little!— and he almost instinctively scans the crowd just over her shoulder.
It’s kind of gross, actually.
But when his gaze flicks back to Clarisse, his grin sharpens once more. It’s not unkind, just different and a little more impish. He really is happy to see her again. ]
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[ He rolls his eyes, but ultimately cracks a grin and bows back to her, equally sarcastic and half-assed. He evades the question less than smoothly, opting to acknowledge it only with a low hum for the sake of being stubborn. He doesn’t have an answer for her, mostly, but it’s not exactly subtle how his expression softens at the sound of Steve’s name—just a little!— and he almost instinctively scans the crowd just over her shoulder.
It’s kind of gross, actually.
But when his gaze flicks back to Clarisse, his grin sharpens once more. It’s not unkind, just different and a little more impish. He really is happy to see her again. ]
Free Cities get sick of you, Clarisse?