Her obvious ire isn’t really surprising, but Steve doesn’t really think that the question is unfair. It’s a difficult question, to be sure, but he thinks that he has the right to ask it. He deserves to know all the facts, doesn’t he?

Or maybe she’s right. But it’s not an impossible scenario. It happens to people all the time. But hey, she answered the question, however indirectly, and she was right. He feels so much worse.

And now suddenly he’s angry, even though he knows it isn’t rational, and he shouldn’t be mad at her. But she’s changed the entire vision he’s had for his future, and he’s just trying to process it as best he can.

“I wasn’t trying to trap you. I just wanted to know,” Steve says in a carefully quiet sort of tone, lowering his hands to tip his head back and sigh. Now he’s just made everything worse, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“I’m gonna go,” he says as he stands up, dragging his fingers through his hair before picking up his phone from the coffee table. “If I stay, I’ll just say more stupid shit. I need— I gotta just go, okay?”