"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, and like all of his apologies, it was genuine. He was sorry because he'd messed up and he knew it, but he also didn't think he could fix it.
But maybe it'd be easier if he just told her. Steve took a deep breath.
"I don't want us not to talk anymore," he said, avoiding looking at her. "I- I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care-- like I don't care for you because I- I do. Care for you." Christ, Steve, come on. You took on Nazis! You could do this, easy! "Just. Maybe I care for you. Too much?"
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Date: 2012-07-17 06:00 am (UTC)But maybe it'd be easier if he just told her. Steve took a deep breath.
"I don't want us not to talk anymore," he said, avoiding looking at her. "I- I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care-- like I don't care for you because I- I do. Care for you." Christ, Steve, come on. You took on Nazis! You could do this, easy! "Just. Maybe I care for you. Too much?"