[ Sam straightens up a little when he hears Steve call out, shooting him a pleased smile when he spots the pack of beer. ] I've probably had worse, man, good enough for me.

[ He pauses, for just a moment, then runs a hand over his jaw. ]

So this is awkward. [ It's blunt, yeah, but he softens it with another smile and a soft huff. ] Figured someone might as well say it, since we're probably both feeling it. Look, I know I don't-

[ He cuts himself off before he can say something stupid like mean anything to you, because hell no Sam isn't here to make Steve feel guilty for anything, and he knows how to get what he's trying to say across better than that. Long as he can keep his thoughts in check. ]

I just, uh. Want you to know I'm not going into this expecting anything.