As they continued to the cafe, he wondered if Steve would managed to think of anything to say or if he would just remain silent for the most part. He didn't know if he'd rather have the silence or talking, even if the latter carried the risk of returning to the topic of his death-of-sorts.

He missed the days where they could just talk casually, where war and deaths hadn't changed Steve, and where he could just pretend he was a normal guy with normal problems.