You really shouldn't. The migraines you've given me. [ He huffs, scrubbing a hand through his hair. More than one headache had Steve's name attached, and this is...probably going to be a new one. There's still that thread, that awareness of how idiotic it would be to trust Steve again after everything.

Old habits, old baggage.

Clean slate.

He lets his hands fall away, staring at Steve for a long moment, trying to think back to any time they actually just...worked everything out. Communicated about anything that wasn't work related. ] You don't need a rope or a hand up out of this hole, Steve. You need someone that's made the climb. And I've been in and out enough to know all the shortcuts.