"Every seam and stitch would've ripped the second he flexed. I gave you something with stretch to it, at least."

He could go on. It's making him think of other things, and if he lets that dam burst, they might not make it anywhere. So he takes a moment to gather himself back up, grab a couple of those water bottles to throw in a bag, and then grabs a shirt. Give himself enough time to mentally tidy up. Shore up defenses. Steel himself.

"Better I don't bring anything but my own charming self. You don't need me cutting you up." He gives Steve a sidelong glance. "Unless you do."