His words and that gentle touch reverberated through her and there was simply nothing she could say to it. He was right that she didn't see it, not the same way he did - she knew that she was still found attractive by some people, but that feeling of being truly beautiful, and having the confidence that came with it - that was what she was lacking. It was something she'd had once, years ago, and she very sorely needed it these days.

She knew, realistically, that Steve would have seen scars during the war, if nothing else. He'd been in the thick of things, scars would be nothing new to him. But having seen how he reacted to the tattoo she bore, she was a little terrified of what he would do when he saw what had been done to her. None of those details had been shared with him yet, but after he saw those lines of marred flesh he would know at least part of what she'd endured. He wouldn't know that it had happened dozens of times, not unless she told him, and she didn't know that she could bare to do so.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she pressed a hand over his for a moment, keeping it firmly against her cheek, and then she let go to lean in to him. They might be close, but they weren't close enough for what she needed at that moment, which was to be held by him. "I love you," she breathed as she hid her face against him, in the spot between shoulder and chest. "So very much." She wasn't quite crying, but it was nearly to that point.