Well what Steve liked was sassy geniuses, challenging devastating dark haired life ruining pains in the ass. But he'd found sassy and that had nearly been enough. Except that it hadn't. That was the thing about trying to fill a gaping hole in your life, it filled the mass of the chasm but it didn't meet around the edges and sometimes all it did was call attention to all that you were missing.
He was right, everyone had needed it. Steve had mourned Bucky like a widow, which hadn't that been complicated while he also mourned Tony who'd been very much alive. Steve had started the group to heal other people but he'd always found it helpful to talk, especially to people who didn't know him.
"Aisle 6, frozen dinners," Steve said with a roll of his eyes. It was a cliche but he'd always been kind of a cliche guy. There wasn't a lot of places to meet people when you didn't drink or dance or get out hardly at all. "I was buying them, he was quick to let me know it was both sad and gross."