"Life isn't meant to be lived alone Styx. Yeah, you risk a lot to have friends and family, but you get a lot back too. It's . . . it's better to risk it. Otherwise you turn into something . . . not so great."

You turn into Steve, that's what you turn into. A man so conflicted he can't even tell what he feels when he feels it, let alone act on anything. It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of patience on Lucas' part, but he was finally doing better. And then he woke up in Hell. Steve reached up to pat the guy's arm again, something that was already becoming a habit.

"Look, if your orc's here, we'll find him, and if my people are here, we'll fine them. If not, I'm going to assume they're exactly where I left 'em, hopefully not too broken up over me disappearing. Again." At least Peggy had practice with that, and while Lucas might miss him, he didn't think the man would be heartbroken, mores the pity in some respects. All in all, he thought people would be able to function just fine until he could get back. Hopefully.