This was more difficult than Steve had thought it would be. Everything he said sounded so useless, seemed so trite and meaningless in the face of his behavior last night. Peggy wasn't giving him much to go on either, and the smooth expression she wore only made Steve want to babble on, heaping one apology on top of another, as if that might somehow increase his perceived sincerity.
He had a feeling, however, that a string of apologies would only serve to do the opposite, and so he forced himself to quiet as he held out the bouquet, awaiting Peggy's verdict.
It was a rush of relief when she took the flowers from him, though Steve's spine stiffened when she offered an invitation to come into her hotel room.
"I - you don't have to do that," he said in a rush. Without the bouquet to clutch, his hands were at loose ends, and so he shoved them in his pockets, still unable to bring himself to trust them after last night. "I don't know how you can even stand to look at me, let alone..." He shook his head, mouth set in a grim line. "I just wanted to apologize, was all," he said quietly. "I wasn't angling for an invitation."