Steve grits his teeth and forces himself upright, trying to put as little weight on her as possible and ignoring the way his vision goes slightly white around the edges from pain.

"Maybe," he says, and it comes out strained. He holds onto her until his vision starts going back to normal and he's sure he's not going to fall over or pass out. "Or maybe you just don't know what you learned from it yet."

Even though he's not using her for support, he doesn't let go of her hand. "Say goodbye next time," he says. "Maybe you need to. For luck."