"Maybe," Steve can't help but chuckle, because when life gets this crazy, really, what else can you do? Go crazy, probably, but that's seriously overrated.

"So. What do we do now?" he asks, softly. Although he guesses he already knows: "You said fight... I guess we fight, if that's what we've gotta do."

He sounds almost reluctant, though. He... is, in a way. Because he just met this man, and he wants to know more, wants to spend time with him, wants to bask in this. And he knows he can't.

But it doesn't mean he maybe doesn't want to. For a second, this feels out of time. But then he wonders if every moment, every day, spent here is passing back home without him. He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything.