The salesgirl looks between the two of them awkwardly and Steve hands over his weird Darrow debit card before giving Robin a pained look. Telling her that there’s no way out of this place is going to be harder than realizing it for himself, and he feels like such an asshole because there’s a large part of him that is so fucking glad to see her.

“Robin,” he says quietly, finally looking over at her as he reaches out to take the bag. “Let’s just get to my place, okay? I said I would tell you everything.”

She’s gripping the edge of the counter and Steve holds out his hand for her to take, and it’s not even a weird ploy to touch her or anything. He just wants to offer some support. He may not be the person she would go to in a bizarre, devastating situation like this, but he’s the one that’s here. “Robin, come on.”