"Duh, I knew that already. Are you only just now getting that, Stevie? Silly." She booped his nose while blowing a raspberry. "But you're still pretty cool too, you know. Always were."
Gracie nodded, settling into his lap again and melting against him with a content little noise. "Your brain isn't silly. It got hurt and sometimes it hurts still, like when you sprain your ankle and sometimes it hurts for no reason a long time after it gets better. You just have to put ice on it." She picked up one of his hands - they were so big now, but still slim and graceful artist's hands, still her Steve's hands - and started to play with his fingers, running her fingers along their length. Finally she slid her own fingers in between his and held his hand. "Only don't actually put ice on your real brain, that would be messy and I don't think they have a bone saw in the castle. But you know what I mean."