Re: log, Stark Tower: Sam W/Steve R
Steve didn't mind the strain—the difference of the waking world and the world of slumber. He took the overflow of fear scraped raw as he took anything else, and he nodded again at the apology and explanation. He accepted that too, though it was unnecessary.
"It's alright. I understand." He did.
Closely, he watched as Sam reigned himself in, folded his emotions up and let his eyes close. Steve didn't look away, even as the silence grew, and he recognized the sentiment and the words themselves. He had read them—his memory tugged them up from the dregs of the past weeks. His smile was sad and small; he allowed for the elongation of the moment out of respect, before speaking again.
"That. Yes. And more than that. The men and women we fought against made their choice, but they aren't faceless. Their blood is on our hands. Easy sleep is what we promise others, not ourselves."