[He's telling the truth. Steve can see it in his quiet frustration, his loss for words. How ever confusing it is for Steve, it has to be about a million times worse for his friend.]
Doesn't matter. [He shrugs his thin shoulders.] You probably wouldn't have recognized me the next time you saw me either.
[If the procedure didn't kill him, but Steve decides to keep that to himself.]
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Doesn't matter. [He shrugs his thin shoulders.] You probably wouldn't have recognized me the next time you saw me either.
[If the procedure didn't kill him, but Steve decides to keep that to himself.]