It’s unclear what could have happened, or maybe would have happened, if they were somewhere else, at a time in which Steve didn’t have to be somewhere soon. Because somehow, standing next to Izzy right now makes him both anxious and comfortable, and if he was really being honest, something about this interaction is nice in a way that he hasn’t felt for a long time.

But the little pat she puts on his arm is all the reminder he needs to nod and start walking back down the corridor.

“Lobby of the Wagon Wheel. Do you still remember that spot in the center of the room?” Where he’d brought her on her first night here. “I’ll come find you there.”

Because yes, he really should get going, even if the importance of his official mission for the day feels somewhat muted now.