Keeping himself busy was the best course of action when his brain was going a mile a minute. He just had the added bonus of good company, thankfully. Steve shook his head at her apology. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I don't really know much about what I'm going to say to her when I see her. After her funeral..." He trailed off because he honestly couldn't bear to think about carrying Peggy's coffin while she was alive and well somewhere on the island. He imagined it was probably a little big as surprising as Coulson, at least in some ways, for Natasha.
"I'm envisioning some hard conversations in our future, and I find myself wishing there was some of Thor's Asgardian Mead around," Steve admitted. He'd only wanted to drown his sorrows in liquor once and that had been when Bucky fell from the train. Facing Peggy after her death seemed almost unfathomable because there were so many possibilities here. It was hard to wrap his head around, especially since he knew he'd have to talk to her about what had happened to him. It would've made things easier, if he just had a small bit of liquid courage to go along with it.
Steve appreciated her trying to lighten the mood though, even if it was a bit self deprecating. "Come on, Nat. I dunno what I'd do without you around," he replied easily, tossing his arm over her shoulder to pull her in for a side hug while they were sitting next to each other. Natasha was an important person in his life, and even if being on the island made it a little more complicated, Steve as glad she was with him. "Someone's gotta kick my butt every once in a while. You and Pegs will probably learn a few things if you ever compare tactics."