Steve sighed softly too. He knew there wasn't an answer. Even dying hadn't given him one. Either of them.
"Every time I go back there's just...so much more." He didn't want to say it out loud but he really wasn't sure how much he could take anymore. Even in this place he woke up every day expecting all of it to be gone. For him to be alone in his apartment, because that was just what happened. He found some kind of happiness or purpose and then it was taken away.