Unless it was something he absolutely had to know, for some reason, Steve would never ask her to reveal something she didn't want to. He was a fairly open book, but he understood wanting, needing some things to stay private, unable to bear dredging up the memories, or having someone else learn about them.

Steve couldn't stop touching her, it was like breathing for him, even after such a short time. He was used to showing affection physically, be it an arm wrapped around the waist or shoulder, a hug, a ruffling of the hair, or leaning his forehead against someone else's. He could say I love you, and express his feelings to an extent, but (partly due to the time in which he was raised) he'd never been good at coming right out and really saying how he felt. But he could touch her, and show her through actions, and he planned on doing that for as long as he could. Forever, if he was really lucky.

"He was my brother. Sometimes we got on each other's nerves - he was a jerk sometimes, and I was a punk who couldn't stay outta fights. But he... I'm grateful for him, too. I'm never gonna stop missing him," he told her seriously, "but it's only gonna be bad on... well, on the special occasions." He leaned over, stealing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I just wanted you to know, in case I seem in my own head tomorrow, where I'm at. I'll try not to be. I wanna spend our time together with you, not... not ghosts."