Steve loved the generic familiarity of being inside something as normal and recognizable as a classic diner. He'd heard someone say Ravenmoore was like New York, but not. He could see it.
He looked over the menu, but he was pretty sure he was going to get a cheeseburger with fries. No wedges. No... "Ooh, they have curly fries!" He had tried those, not very convinced he'd like them, but he ended up loving them. When was that? It all seemed like lifetimes ago. Everything seemed like lifetimes ago. Maybe this was some kind of afterlife. He could believe it, since he'd certainly gotten his reward, metal arm and all.
Well, the answer to Peter's question wasn't exactly a PG-13 conversation, or one to be had with someone who he was just getting to know, regardless of age. He couldn't exactly say that he'd spent most of his time indoors because he had a new boyfriend, although he was sure Peter had already had he talk about the birds and the bees. And, if he hadn't, that was something he was sure was Tony's to deal with. Yup. That's the ticket.
"I've stayed pretty local. Just getting the lay of the land, you know. Met up with some friends. Went jogging with Nat. Visited Peter Quill's record shop. Met a few of the locals. It's been good," he said simply.