[He turned, and not because he heard someone behind him but because he reached into his pocket and realized he had misplaced his phone, because keys and wallets are something he had back home but a phone in his pocket never was and he's not sure if he'll ever get the hang of it.
And he sees him and doesn't look through him, but he doesn't look at him for long, either.
Instead he looks slightly away, although his peripheral vision is still on him, and that's enough for Steve. He can make out details. They're not the only people in the street - it's never been that kind of street, not even when they were kids, dirty kneed and filthy nosed.]
You could have come in for breakfast.
[He knows that he was there, he knows that he was watching. He doesn't have to see him in the window to know that.]
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And he sees him and doesn't look through him, but he doesn't look at him for long, either.
Instead he looks slightly away, although his peripheral vision is still on him, and that's enough for Steve. He can make out details. They're not the only people in the street - it's never been that kind of street, not even when they were kids, dirty kneed and filthy nosed.]
You could have come in for breakfast.
[He knows that he was there, he knows that he was watching. He doesn't have to see him in the window to know that.]