Steve is compelled to sit back down, and look Tony straight in the eyes. "I don't have a lot of friends. Never did. I guess that's why no matter what I say, you won't believe me. I'm not too great at expressing how I feel," he says, and in all honesty, he's not. Everything's a too-late story for him, and there's only one person he thinks who's disappeared from his life knowing exactly how much he cares for them.

"You're just going to have to believe me when I say I like you. I wouldn't be pretending if I didn't, I'm not that kind of man. You know that." And then he gets up again and starts walking towards Tony's room, because the prospect of possibly getting mauled by an ancient beast is slightly less uncomfortable than discussing his feelings in a vain attempt to get Tony to stop being so negative about himself.