[ He takes the phone, not entirely sure how to hold it at her warning. The colors are all there under the disguise of a phone case and his eye catches the red. He'd almost forgotten for a moment the ugly splash of blood across the front, but he prepares himself for the sickening sight of it again.]
Okay.
[ He nods at her, ready to take on the weight of Steve's shield. As if it ever really left him. The moment Sam gave it up it's been weighing on him. He's glad to have it back, to return it to the person Steve wanted to have it, if he'll take it.
The shield appears and he quickly adjusts his arm to hold it steady, the coppery smell of blood hitting him. He moves to grab a nearby towel neatly stacked in the corner and starts rubbing it off.
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Okay.
[ He nods at her, ready to take on the weight of Steve's shield. As if it ever really left him. The moment Sam gave it up it's been weighing on him. He's glad to have it back, to return it to the person Steve wanted to have it, if he'll take it.
The shield appears and he quickly adjusts his arm to hold it steady, the coppery smell of blood hitting him. He moves to grab a nearby towel neatly stacked in the corner and starts rubbing it off.
He glances over at Sam on the couch.]
He really okay?
[ He figures she would know. ]