Steve doesn't rush Thor's decision, nor does his expression change the longer it takes for the god to grasp hold of his hand. There's still the faintest surges of relief when his offer is finally taken. Steve isn't going to be staying here, won't be able to hold out day in and day out for Thor to let him in. It's a relief to be given this when he's only just arrived.
Steve hopes the look that flickers across his face at Rocket isn't too worried or concerned. None of them like their wounds being prodded. It's so very easy to step on landmines here of emotional unrest without even being aware of it. Everyone has lost so much. Rocket more than most. The soldier nods and follows Thor out the door. They won't be gone terribly long, Steve would be willing to bet.
It feels good to be out walking. Not a feel good that makes one happy by any means--Steve's not sure he even knows how to be that anymore--but it's something to do that pushes away the chance for too much introspection. It's something to focus on. Activity to keep a body so used to physical activity from aching with its disuse.
Thor's people are adapting well from everything Steve can see. There's nothing for strife among his people though some must certainly exist. They're putting the community first. It's been touching to see communities coming together in the wake of Thanos. Steve only wishes it didn't have to be because of something like this stealing everything they loved away. Those who have survived have to lean on each other to keep going. No one's strong enough alone.
"Will there be a tower there, someday?" Steve has heard of the god's passing from Thor before now. He lets his gaze wander across the strait and tries to picture it. "You could make anything you wanted out of this place, given enough time."
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Steve hopes the look that flickers across his face at Rocket isn't too worried or concerned. None of them like their wounds being prodded. It's so very easy to step on landmines here of emotional unrest without even being aware of it. Everyone has lost so much. Rocket more than most. The soldier nods and follows Thor out the door. They won't be gone terribly long, Steve would be willing to bet.
It feels good to be out walking. Not a feel good that makes one happy by any means--Steve's not sure he even knows how to be that anymore--but it's something to do that pushes away the chance for too much introspection. It's something to focus on. Activity to keep a body so used to physical activity from aching with its disuse.
Thor's people are adapting well from everything Steve can see. There's nothing for strife among his people though some must certainly exist. They're putting the community first. It's been touching to see communities coming together in the wake of Thanos. Steve only wishes it didn't have to be because of something like this stealing everything they loved away. Those who have survived have to lean on each other to keep going. No one's strong enough alone.
"Will there be a tower there, someday?" Steve has heard of the god's passing from Thor before now. He lets his gaze wander across the strait and tries to picture it. "You could make anything you wanted out of this place, given enough time."