Steve stood up a beat after Rumlow did, following him over to the door that would allow him a closer look into his apartment. He would never laugh, not at someone's artwork. That wouldn't do any good in helping someone to improve, after all. Constructive criticism was another story, but it wasn't like Steve had any skill with stained glass. He mainly stuck to sketching and painting.
When the door opened, he stepped in after Rumlow, arms hanging loosely at his sides as he took it all in. Everything was neat -- unsurprising, as Rumlow was a good soldier and seemed to enjoy being orderly even in his personal life.
The finished pieces caused different shards of light to spread out over the floor, washing it in color, and it made for a warm, peaceful atmosphere. Hardly the sort of thing that Steve would have expected from someone who seemed to take really enjoyment out of his work, given that said work often involved killing other people.
He took a few careful steps forward to examine the current project. "How long does it take you to complete each one?" he asked, his voice quiet as if he wanted to pay proper respect to the art around him. "It looks like pretty time-consuming work."
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When the door opened, he stepped in after Rumlow, arms hanging loosely at his sides as he took it all in. Everything was neat -- unsurprising, as Rumlow was a good soldier and seemed to enjoy being orderly even in his personal life.
The finished pieces caused different shards of light to spread out over the floor, washing it in color, and it made for a warm, peaceful atmosphere. Hardly the sort of thing that Steve would have expected from someone who seemed to take really enjoyment out of his work, given that said work often involved killing other people.
He took a few careful steps forward to examine the current project. "How long does it take you to complete each one?" he asked, his voice quiet as if he wanted to pay proper respect to the art around him. "It looks like pretty time-consuming work."