Re: log, Stark Tower: Becky L/Steve R
Yes, ma'am. [Steve nodded at the woman, mindful of the need and right to privacy as she dismissed him through the torn membrane of sobs. But as he turned, he paused a moment, and looked back at her. He rolled his lips together as he decided whether or not to say what he wanted to say. In the end, he took the risk, because, he felt, she should know.] They have to cremate him. Because of the risk of infection.
[He knew that this could easily be seen as hypocritical audacity—how dare he ask, when he would be standing over a man he wanted dead. (Though, he didn't want him dead, in truth.) But Steve asked, all the same.
She wouldn't be allowed to be there—or to any sort of funeral, should one be held, and he could at least offer her a connection, if she wanted it.] Is there anything you'd like me to say? Over the body?