peter & honey
"With respect to all the festival treats, I ate light before coming, and I'm still not full." Honey wouldn't be surprised if, come dinner, she was ravenous. This sort of weather did wonders for her appetite.
As they came upon the rink and settled into the modest line, she turned to face him, free hand smoothing and over the front of his shirt before it lingered.
"How're you doing?"
It wasn't like they didn't speak through texts and the like daily ─ Honey's question clearly went deeper. They hadn't much tread the topic of Tony or Steve, or anything pertaining, since that night. Knowing something about brave faces, she worried.