"Nuh-uh," Steve murmurs softly, trying to nip that right in the bud. "Don't be sorry." His voice is gentle, rather than argumentative, but he still means it. This is a legitimate thing to be anything but sorry about. "You feel things. Because you're a person. So feel them, okay? Even if they kinda suck sometimes."

Steve is really bad at those little comforting sweet nothing phrases you're supposed to tell people when they're sad, but he is, at least, always honest. And he's honest when he says, "I'm - gonna miss her, too."

He rubs one hand up and down B's back slowly, holds him with the other. He wonders if he made the right choice, letting the Authority put him back in the system, insisting they stay together. On the one hand, it led them here. But on the other, they're together. And he would always rather be in hell with this man than in heaven alone. (Hah. Who is he kidding. He's not going to end up in the latter, anyway, alone or otherwise.)

He wants to get a warm washcloth for B's face, but that would also mean getting up and he doesn't want to do that just yet, so he stays put, pressing his mouth to the top of B's head for a moment. He wants to get angry - will get angry, later. At so many things. But not right now, when B needs him to be calm and strong.