"And now you know why I always have at least three for any situation," B agrees with a weak chuckle. He does have trust that the Admiral wouldn't straight-up lie to him, and nothing he might have left out seems to point in the direction of their memories being fucked over if someone was lost unintentionally.

He shifts enough that he can kiss the side of Steve's neck, just lightly. "We're okay. And. Lark's okay, back in Los Angeles. And I'm not going anywhere." He can't promise, but he can reiterate his intent, at least. Maybe it won't help Steve feel better, but maybe it will make B feel better.