If he had pulled away from her, for any reason, it would have devastated her. Even a few inches would have been a dagger to her heart, and her eyes weren't still for longer than a second as her gazed wandered over him, watching for any sign that he was rejecting her. Because regardless of the wonderful words he used, she was still just this side of panicking, because Steve had no idea what she was about to say. He could offer all the reassurances he liked, but he had no clue what was coming his way. What she'd kept from him.

"What happened to me," she started the list, just barely resisting the urge to lean into that touch on her cheek and give in to the comfort he was offering her. "How I got my scars, how Remy died. Where I'm from. What I am..." The list could go on and on, there were just so many things. But she was starting to calm just a little, anxiety still in place but the sheer panic beginning to fade. For now.