Thank God. [For a second, he looks... not sad, exactly. Maybe a little wistful. But he knows that all the wishing in the world won't change a thing. If it would... he'd have been able to change a lot of things, a long time ago.] She still doesn't, [he mentions quietly. When they're able to hold a conversation. Before she gets confused or forgets.

But he does his best to shake himself out of that, because it's not relevant right now.]

You can. [But he gives her a wry grin and says,] But you don't have to. You wouldn't be - you, otherwise. [Because who else will give Steve shit? He kind of counts on you to keep him honest. You know. If dishonesty were his thing.] So you do what comes natural. I'll just keep my head down and hope for the best.