Though he didn't say anything (yet), Steve noticed that she wasn't as relaxed as she usually was, that there was tension in her face as she tried to cover it. He knew she'd tell him when she was ready, so he didn't ask. He just took the other beers from her, pulled one off for himself, and smiled at her. "I'll tell them that you're very generous."
He'd wanted - needed, really - to see her, too. Not just to make sure she was okay after Peggy's return, but to make sure she knew he was, and that they were. He didn't want her to worry that anything would change because Peggy was back, that he'd leave, or that those old feelings lingered enough to get in the way. He'd always love Peggy, and Sharon knew that. But their relationship felt like a lifetime ago now, and he'd said goodbye. Peggy had, too. Where before they'd only rehashed what might have been, maybe now was time for something new.
That could all wait, however. "Yeah, of course." He nodded his head to the right and headed down the hallway, his bare feet nearly silent on the floor. Once in the bedroom, he flicked on the light. This apartment wasn't decorated like the one in Potts Tower was; it was more simple, sparse, although he'd put up some artwork to at least make it look lived in. "Make yourself at home."