Watching this one - this one, what a weird thought - and knowing his own so well, he can see that there's more being considered than what's being said. Steve can read a remembered nightmare on that face, the same way he could read it sitting at a bar with his best friend after the return from Schmidt's factory.
He's still worried. It's still obvious. Lips pulled tight, shoulders tensed, brow furrowed. But he nods and clears his throat.]
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No, he doesn't remember.
Watching this one - this one, what a weird thought - and knowing his own so well, he can see that there's more being considered than what's being said. Steve can read a remembered nightmare on that face, the same way he could read it sitting at a bar with his best friend after the return from Schmidt's factory.
He's still worried. It's still obvious. Lips pulled tight, shoulders tensed, brow furrowed. But he nods and clears his throat.]
Thanks. [A longer pause, then, slightly awkward:] I'm glad you're all right.