Steve looked over in confusion, to see what the problem was. He couldn't stop the soft smile as he realized she couldn't get her zipper back up. It felt so domestic, in the most pleasant sense, to be asked to help her get dressed. "Sure."

He couldn't figure out at first why she sounded hesitant to ask him to help; he wasn't thinking about the scars on her back, but of course when he moved over, he caught a glimpse of them, peeking out of the partially zipped dress. He made no comment, just took the zipper and moved it up to the top, making sure he felt it catch, before smoothing his hand back down her back to smooth out the fabric, bending his head to press a kiss against the nape of her neck. "There. All zipped." He smoothed his hands down her bare arms, before making himself step back.

"It's gonna be pretty warm on the roof," he told her, looking around briefly before locating his shoes, "especially this late in the evening. If you wanna just leave your cardigan off, might be more comfortable." He made a slight face; did he really want to put his shoes on, just for a trip up to the roof? He'd run through the streets before in his bare feet, surely the roof couldn't be any worse, right? Maybe he should invest in some of those sandals he'd seen young men wearing recently...