They’re both sad and there is no way to fix it. It’s not as if they had a stupid fight and Steve can grovel with flowers and chocolates. This is something serious, something that will affect the rest of their lives, and there isn’t anything Steve can do about it. As much as he wants to plead with her, he has to respect her choice.

He gets up and paces back and forth aimlessly for a moment before sitting down on the sofa next to her. He thinks about all the times they weren’t as careful as they should have been and then a chilling sort of hypothetical comes to mind. He looks over at her, alarmed, and then open and shuts his mouth as he tries to figure out how to even voice it.

“What if—“ He clears his throat and tries again. “If something happened somewhere down the line— like if you got pregnant despite our best efforts, what would you do?”

Choosing to not have children is one thing, but what happens if the choice is taken away from them? Would she want to terminate it? Could he possibly stand by and be supportive in that, knowing what he would be losing? Could he live with that? It’s her body, so it would be her choice. He’d have to find a way to be okay with whatever she chose.

There are suddenly so many questions in his head, hypotheticals that may never happen, and Steve leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands.