He won't hear of it from me. [It's a promise she can easily give. She knows how much guilt Steve already carries from those days. The grief. The loss. She doesn't want to add to that. And she can guess what the knowledge that his best friend had been left alive and lost after that grim mission would do to him. He'd never forgive himself. Her lips quirk faintly.] I'm good at secrets, at least. I struggled long enough in deciding whether I should tell you. Now it is your secret to tell, or not.

[She waits while he thinks that over, patient. Willing to accept whatever he decides. She's not very surprised by his answer, but she gives him a crooked smile in reply.]

I'll tell you all of it that I know.