That makes two of them who have no idea how to graduate. Or if they want to.

Some kind of benchmark for time is why he'd wanted to know, but he discovers to his annoyance that one year isn't really any easier to conceptualize than four years when you're used to counting existence as a span of days, a week at most. So he just nods, files that away, takes in the names, and... frowns. There is one thing he can conceptualize, in there, and he doesn't like it.

So he looks back in Steve's direction. "No one is fucking taking you down. The hell, Rogers."