"...Oh." He knows he should be focusing on Steve's pain now, had been determined to push everything aside to comfort him. But it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest -- a feeling he's actually more intimately acquainted with than probably anyone living. He rolls away from Steve onto his other side and tries to pick that apart. I don't want your help. I don't want your help. He can't make it something he's not upset with, no matter how hard he tries. "Noted." He won't help then. Whatever, it wasn't his problem to begin with, right?