Steve looked at her with wide, soft eyes for a moment before he looked down at both of their hands. Hers were smaller and more delicate but more worn at the same time. She had callouses and scars where his were pristine and untouched. And that's the way it always was. None of his scars could be seen or felt but they were there, on his mind and his heart and hurting him in less than visible ways. But she was right, he could feel her heart beating too fast under his hand. He nodded lightly, just hoping with everything he had to offer that this island wouldn't change that. He just closed his eyes after a moment, feeling and focusing on her.
But then, in the quiet of their little home, he heard a soft whimper that slowly evolved in to a cry and he turned his head to the door. I took him a moment to come back to himself and remember, and then he frowned. "I woke him up..." he whispered softly, sadly, before he stood up, his automatic reaction being to forget about himself and fix everything.