Rogers is nodding. "Okay - okay, yeah. I can do that. I should - I should do that now," he adds, trying not to look as distressed and worthless as he feels, watching Winter wrap his own arms around himself.

He's torn, wanting to take care of Winter, but also knowing he can't just leave the other people in there.

He looks to the model again, then Winter. "Okay. Okay, let's at least get you a little ways away. Then I'll draw a new picture, and you can okay it, and I'll come back."

There: a compromise. They won't just go all the way home, but they can at least get Winter down the block a little. Rogers always has some paper and a pencil stub in some pocket or another.