[He doesn’t expect that answer from Steve, and briefly his chest aches. Years lost, to the war, to Hydra. He even chose to stay away, to keep from sinking into this familiarity he is no longer meant to be part of, to save Steve the trouble—the anguish—of what the both of them had lost and could never make back. But he still wants it, that swell of pride and approval, the way Steve looks on at him like he matters somehow.
He’s smiling sheepishly before he knows it, nudging Steve playfully in the side.] Who you tryin’ to impress, Rogers?
[But he breaks out in a grin while nodding toward the encampment.] It's that-a-way, pal.
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He’s smiling sheepishly before he knows it, nudging Steve playfully in the side.] Who you tryin’ to impress, Rogers?
[But he breaks out in a grin while nodding toward the encampment.] It's that-a-way, pal.