[ Well that isn't the reaction that he's expecting to get out of Steve. Sure, he recalls the guy more or less throwing himself into Lover's Lake so that nobody else would risk their lives but him. But Steve was there, had helped, this wasn't his fault, couldn't be his fault. ]

Hey, hey, don't do that. [ He takes a step forward, because even now he can't not invade Steve' personal bubble. Especially not now when he seems like he's collapsing in on himself with unhelpful spiraling thoughts of self blame. ] You were there, Harrington. I mean, shit, you were gonna Molotov the fuck out of that asshole, and we were kind of grasping at straws.

[ He reaches a hand out to place on Steve's shoulder, meant to ground him and keep him from continuing this train of thought. ] Besides, you told me I was supposed to get the hell out of there if something happened, and I didn't listen. I'm a stubborn idiot, as it turns out. I had just gotten so fucking tired of being known as the guy who runs away from everything.