Music was always something Steve enjoyed talking about - not so much now, when people wouldn't understand any of his references, and vice versa, but back when he was younger, listening to music was something he could do, and enjoy, without exerting himself. Even when he was too tired and listless to draw, he could still switch on the radio and find some big band to listen to. He loved learning what Marie thought of it, what she'd grown up listening to and how her tastes had changed through life experiences.

Steve's immediate reaction to her apology was his eyes widening in surprise, and shaking his head, both in denial and disbelief. "No--oh, no! No, it doesn't bother me. I-- we all have a past, right? Everyone's shaped by events, but we're also shaped by the people we knew. And..." he reached up to rub his neck self-consciously, wondering just how frank he could be. He didn't want to upset her, but she seemed alright with talking about her late husband, so... "I mean, he clearly had a big influence on you, of course. It's... It's nice to hear that you've got great memories like that. I don't mind at all, I like hearing about it."

He thought about adding that he'd had someone like that, too; not a romantic partner, but a best friend who was in almost every single memory he had since childhood, and certainly all of the best ones. But while Marie seemed able to talk about her husband with the fondness of the past, losing Bucky was still too fresh for Steve to be able to recall those happy times, without feeling guilty that he was still here, and Bucky wasn't. Maybe someday, when the wound wasn't so fresh, he'd be able to share some of those memories with her. He'd like to share that with her.