Yes, sir, apologies, sir! [ The words come out of their own accord and Steve can feel his spine stiffening as they do. The upbringing he'd had certainly helped, but the lessons stuffed down his throat the last few weeks at boarding school have made him hyper-sensitive to the warning of showing that respect. He's had enough of the extra running, push-ups, sit-ups and hazings that seem to go along with forgetting. ]
[ Steve's quiet at his older self's telling of proof. Everything said is true and things he hasn't told anyone. Sure Mary would know about his visit but he didn't think she'd tell anyone, although he expects she's upset he didn't keep his promise. The bigger implication that this person is him when he's older though is still hard for him to wrap his head around. It sounds like he's still in the military, and he wonders how far up he'd be and exactly what his training was. It's hard for him to imagine and it's more than a little bit intimidating. Are you supposed to be intimidated by yourself? ]
Uh, that is correct, Sir. My apologies for doubting you, sir. [ He's not really sorry, but he knows that's what he's expected to say. Besides being quick with the sirs, he's also learned that he's not expected to speak unless asked directly or when in class by raising his hand when the instructor asks for questions. With that in mind he doesn't offer further comment. ]