[ The lines of his body will shift even as she observes them, because she will never enter a room without him looking to her, whatever he's planning, whether she'll like it or not. There's already some apology in his eyes, but he seeks hers out and doesn't look away. ]

A lab. People around me— doctors or scientists, I couldn't tell. There was a door, but I don't know what was on the other side. It was too dark to see anything past it.

[ He doesn't mention the foreboding he'd felt when remembering that last part, figures it's all ominous enough without his imagination muddying what they now know for a fact. He wants to tell her that she doesn't have to stand so far away from him, but Steve's not sure that's his call to make. He's not unaware of how little they've talked about the past, even here in this room when they're alone, where it's safe to do so. He'd hoped they could just move past it, find another way to build back whatever trust was lost that doesn't rely on dwelling over things they can't change. But he can't do what she's asked of him anymore, so it looks like that was a wrongheaded choice that's about to catch up to them.

He's got even more to lose with her now, though, and that's a truth that makes his throat ache even as he parts his lips to speak, brow furrowed. ] Nat.

[ He doesn't know what he's asking. For her to come closer or stay by his side. He'll take either. ]