[No ballroom dancing as Peggy likely understands it. With a grimace he leans away from the railing, both hands still braced atop it. The memory isn't a poor one — far from it, in fact, the nostalgia is a sharp pang of comfort and longing — but it does carry some measure of embarrassment. That he decides to share at all is testament of his trust in Peggy, and because he wants to.
He's never spoken much of his family to others. Those earliest memories of companionship and belonging that he's kept sheltered from the harsh turn of his life in those later years, where everything he did was wrong but he was backed into a corner with no seeming choice.]
Folk dancing. [Cain looks out over the city to give himself a distant point to focus his attention.] Russian. [His heritage isn't too obvious at first glance, he knows.] It was a big deal for her. Kept the tradition alive, or something. I was really young so I've forgotten most of it. [A lie. So sue him.]
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[No ballroom dancing as Peggy likely understands it. With a grimace he leans away from the railing, both hands still braced atop it. The memory isn't a poor one — far from it, in fact, the nostalgia is a sharp pang of comfort and longing — but it does carry some measure of embarrassment. That he decides to share at all is testament of his trust in Peggy, and because he wants to.
He's never spoken much of his family to others. Those earliest memories of companionship and belonging that he's kept sheltered from the harsh turn of his life in those later years, where everything he did was wrong but he was backed into a corner with no seeming choice.]
Folk dancing. [Cain looks out over the city to give himself a distant point to focus his attention.] Russian. [His heritage isn't too obvious at first glance, he knows.] It was a big deal for her. Kept the tradition alive, or something. I was really young so I've forgotten most of it. [A lie. So sue him.]