B doesn't want to argue about it, either, so he's just not going to bother. "Think it worked out, in the end," he says instead, giving Steve's shoulder a little pat before wrapping that arm back around him. "You an' me. Sticking around." B's pretty happy with it, even if there are still so many losses to weather. At least he doesn't have to weather them completely alone, like out in the world.

If he can help other people feel less alone, too, that's even better.