"Yes," Winter agrees firmly, and hooks his fingers into Steve's sleeve, right back. "I am not risking losing you again."

He nudges with the knuckles on that hand for Steve to start moving, letting him lead the way down the path, since Winter's attempts at finding his own way, path or not, have all been for naught. Hopefully Steve will have better luck.

"We're probably too late for curfew by now. Wonder if Belova can sneak us in," he comments, much preferring to focus on the here and now than confusing emotions from a life that isn't even his anymore.