[ Ah. Right, Bucky mentioned that. Crashing a plane into the ocean, frozen for some tons of years. Sounds like a movie plot, but here the man is, having lived it, and Andyr finds him too easy to believe. He thinks back on the talk they'd had over text a while ago that got heated. Steve, talking about all that's here that he doesn't have back home. Tries to think of it. If someone stuck him in a freezer, and he woke up half a century later to a different world - no Alva, no Posie, no Mikal. What purpose would he even find in something like that? It's a sad reality.

one he feels like steve deserves to be free of, and when he gives the quiet, sad kind of laugh, andyr's knee lifts to thud against him - his stomach, or side, or chest, whatever he can get to, he's pretty bendy. ]

Hey. If I'm smiling here you sure as fuck better be smiling too. Have a muffin, it's good for you. [ lifting up one of the pastries, he all but boops steve on the nose with it. eat it. smile. be happy. this isn't the middle of the ocean, you're not frozen, and you're hanging out with someone that might call you a friend if he was drunk enough. everything is awesome here, enjoy it. ] Besides, I'm not spending my sight seeing time with a moper.