Steve's arm tightens around B a little, wishing he had more comfort to give, that he could convince B that he really had done all right, in the end. He knows it was a hard choice - that calling it hard, really, is an understatement. He knows he loves B for making it, even when he's still clearly afraid it was the wrong one.

But what he goes on to say about the Barge sort of eclipses everything else. Steve doesn't have the rapport with the Barge that B does, clearly. He'd often just thought of the ship as an extension of the Admiral at best, and the Admiral is far from his favorite person. But he knows better now, academically, even if it's been hard to convince his gut; more than that, he knows what the Barge means to B, and what it means, too, that the Authority has had it decommissioned.

Without talking to any of them.

"Oh," he says, softly, and it's like he's feeling a hundred things at once, feeling trapped and dismayed and angry - but the one thing that takes precedence is the way he shifts, turning, reaching for B with the other arm to tug him close in a hug, try to fold him against his chest and maybe curl his fingers a little into B's shirt in lieu of squeezing him too hard. "Oh, no - C'mere."