Steve sighs in defeat. He knows he’s not going to get any answers from her but the whole ‘wait for George’ is enough to grate on his nerves.
“You should go join them,” she nodded out the window towards the two in the pool. “Summer isn’t going to last forever, remember? Enjoy it before you can’t.”
Steve flicked his gaze between his ma and the window, regarding his options. “But--”
“Sweetheart, I promise we will talk about it later, okay? Go have some fun for a few hours.” He knows she’s not really giving him the option so it’s what he does.
Ten minutes later, Steve is padding barefoot against the warm stone slabs that bake in the summer sun. There’s a nice breeze that keeps things fresh and not terribly unbearable to where he’s choking in the summer heat. But the sun is bright and high
