Steve tried to smile, but wasn't sure if he really managed. He should be grateful, glad he was back here with at least some of the people he'd lost but all he could feel was a deep sense of guilt every time he looked at one of them. He'd let them down.
He looked back at he cut and gathered up his shirt to pull it off, using some parts that weren't as dirty to wipe away the blood. "It'll take a day or two but it should be fine." Sometimes he wished the scars would stay, but they never did.