[ Something like a nod, the sense that he'll be there soon as his mind closes up back to that pinhole of an opening. There's no shutting Sam out - not because he can't. It's still Steve's instinct to turn inward, to assure the people around him that he can carry any weight on his own. It's an instinct that gives him something to fight (that isn't the floor dropping out beneath his feet) as he walks down the hall.
If Sam wants him there, he can be there.
His hand presses against the doorframe for a second before he knocks. ]
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If Sam wants him there, he can be there.
His hand presses against the doorframe for a second before he knocks. ]
It's me.