"I don't know how you do it," Steve admits; okay, he does a little, he can make a plan. But it's just not second nature to him. It's not where his mind goes first (maybe because his mind tends to fixate on one thing to the exclusion of all else, good or bad, and then he just does something).

But he supposes that's not what's important, here. B does have plans, and Steve's still not always willing to trust the Admiral but he trusts in B, trusts in B's plans. And he wants to trust what B says, right now, so that's what he tries to do. He nods, and he believes in B. He believes in Lark, wherever he is. Lark will be okay. He's always okay.

"Gonna miss him," he can't help but breathe. It feels unnecessary to say, but also important to say it, too. "But I guess our first-aid kit won't," he adds, making a dumb joke because who is he if he doesn't try to at least do that.