[ His body stiffens at the mental touch, but he doesn't try to shrug it away, stops in his tracks before he gets started and goes silent again, frowning at the ground. ]
I know. I think this is one of those things I've gotta figure out for myself. [ There's finality to his words. Not out of pride or a need for self-flagellation (he would deny either, in any case). It's a fine line for him and Sam to walk - Sam telling Steve that he's both his own person and also the same as the man Sam met in another future.
The shield carries a war's worth of blood, on a battlefield he never stepped foot on. He doesn't measure up yet, but the decision's already been made that he has to try.
A glance at Sam, eyebrows knitting together. ] You know, I could show you where to go. [ Pass along the map if Sam needs to take some time before this visit. ]
Yeah, I get that. But - I'm here, man, you know? Anytime.
[ It's... complicated, to say the least, being with Steve here and remembering his best friend back home and knowing they're two different people when so much of them is the same. Things get blurred, of course they do, no matter how much Sam tries.
He's just gotta keep doing his best, and that's easier when he doesn't think too much about it.
Sam pauses at Steve’s question, taking a moment to consider it, then shakes his head. ]
Nah. I don't think taking more time's gonna do me any good, anyway. And I don't really know if I wanna be alone for it.
[ He means it, and will only offer the same back to Sam, with a wordless nod leading the way down the halls toward, that sense that they're heading down without ever seeing any steps.
It's not a place to be alone, not for the first visit.
The walls they pass start to flatten in color and lose all texture, darkening to a slate grey that seems to almost match the somber, quiet march. Their footsteps echo, finally reaching a triangular room - could be a twin of the Nesting Deck if not for the hexagonal compartments against the walls.
Steve stops here, eyeing them, expression slipping into distraction as he scans the room - ]
Here - [ He steps forward, and only someone that knows him well might catch the barest hint of hesitation in his gait, the way he stops in front of a compartment to place his hand on the cover. A handle appears underneath it, and he glances back at Sam, as if waiting for some confirmation. ]
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I know. I think this is one of those things I've gotta figure out for myself. [ There's finality to his words. Not out of pride or a need for self-flagellation (he would deny either, in any case). It's a fine line for him and Sam to walk - Sam telling Steve that he's both his own person and also the same as the man Sam met in another future.
The shield carries a war's worth of blood, on a battlefield he never stepped foot on. He doesn't measure up yet, but the decision's already been made that he has to try.
A glance at Sam, eyebrows knitting together. ] You know, I could show you where to go. [ Pass along the map if Sam needs to take some time before this visit. ]
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[ It's... complicated, to say the least, being with Steve here and remembering his best friend back home and knowing they're two different people when so much of them is the same. Things get blurred, of course they do, no matter how much Sam tries.
He's just gotta keep doing his best, and that's easier when he doesn't think too much about it.
Sam pauses at Steve’s question, taking a moment to consider it, then shakes his head. ]
Nah. I don't think taking more time's gonna do me any good, anyway. And I don't really know if I wanna be alone for it.
skipping forward a bit
[ He means it, and will only offer the same back to Sam, with a wordless nod leading the way down the halls toward, that sense that they're heading down without ever seeing any steps.
It's not a place to be alone, not for the first visit.
The walls they pass start to flatten in color and lose all texture, darkening to a slate grey that seems to almost match the somber, quiet march. Their footsteps echo, finally reaching a triangular room - could be a twin of the Nesting Deck if not for the hexagonal compartments against the walls.
Steve stops here, eyeing them, expression slipping into distraction as he scans the room - ]
Here - [ He steps forward, and only someone that knows him well might catch the barest hint of hesitation in his gait, the way he stops in front of a compartment to place his hand on the cover. A handle appears underneath it, and he glances back at Sam, as if waiting for some confirmation. ]