"It's the same for me with you," Steve assures her. He has both her hands in his and he squeezes them lightly, just enjoying the solid weight of them and knowing that he can touch her and look at her as much as he wants and know that she isn't just a memory or a daydream. She's real and she's here and she's his.

"Doesn't matter what you look like, what you carry...it's you that I love. It's always going to be you, for me, no matter the distance or the time apart."