That is a lot, yeah. Steve looks like he's not sure whether to be angry, dismayed, or horrified. A hundred and fifty people, going through this?
The mention of other people, though, support, does give him pause. He looks like he wants to argue, is just barely holding himself back, and almost feels bad about it, all at once.
But he does know that, "What would that have to do with whether or not I like you? I can't possibly expect you to be the same, after - "
After all that shit happened. After Steve failed him. After he'd apparently died, and woken up here.
He would never expect anyone to be the same, after even a fraction of that. "I'm sure I'm not like how you remember. Whatever you remember," he adds, quietly.
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The mention of other people, though, support, does give him pause. He looks like he wants to argue, is just barely holding himself back, and almost feels bad about it, all at once.
But he does know that, "What would that have to do with whether or not I like you? I can't possibly expect you to be the same, after - "
After all that shit happened. After Steve failed him. After he'd apparently died, and woken up here.
He would never expect anyone to be the same, after even a fraction of that. "I'm sure I'm not like how you remember. Whatever you remember," he adds, quietly.