[ It’s important. That tiny confirmation is more important than he even feels safe showing, a spark of warmth in his eyes and a funny, fragile flinch in his brows poorly masked by another duck of his head. It’s been so long since he’s been able to trust his own mind that the thought of finally being able to just– hurts, the way Steve’s smile hurts, a good, solid sort of ache in his chest he doesn’t know what to do with but isn't sure he wants to do without.
Steve is looking at him the same way he'd been looking back, though, and where Steve breathes life into every rough sketch his own memory has provided, he knows he doesn't. He hesitates at the threshold of the hatch like he might not cross it. ]
–There isn't much else.
[ In his head, he means. There isn't much he remembers.
(What does much even mean, compared to nothing? But it isn't enough, he thinks. It isn't what Steve's looking for.) ]
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Steve is looking at him the same way he'd been looking back, though, and where Steve breathes life into every rough sketch his own memory has provided, he knows he doesn't. He hesitates at the threshold of the hatch like he might not cross it. ]
–There isn't much else.
[ In his head, he means. There isn't much he remembers.
(What does much even mean, compared to nothing? But it isn't enough, he thinks. It isn't what Steve's looking for.) ]