Happy drove Kevin and I back. It was quiet, I don't think Kevin wanted to talk around Happy.

When we got back home, I led Kevin inside by the arm.

The team stayed behind to finish up their visit to terminal patients.

"Do you need any help?" Happy called from the car.

I turned my head and shook it, "No, I think I can handle it," I answered him before I headed inside.

Kevin was right beside me.

"Do you need anything? Food? Water?" I offered.

Kevin shook his head.

I held Kevin's arm as I brought him to my room, seating him on the bed.

"Thanks Pietro, that place was hell," Kevin said as he sat, looking in my general direction.

"I know a thing or two about having to stay in hospitals," I told him, looking down at my stump.

He seemed to remember, "Oh... I, uh, forgot about that... How, uh, did you-?" Kevin trailed off.

It was fine, I knew what he meant, "It has healed as best it can I think... Do you want to-?" I asked as I touched his hand with a few fingers.

He startled for a moment before giving a quiet nod.

I waited a few moments before I took his hand and guided it to my shirt sleeve that was sewed closed.

I wasn't sure if I'd be ready for anyone to see it, much less feel it.

Kevin felt for a few minutes before giving a quiet, "I'm sorry, this is my fault..." Kevin said, he sounded like he wanted to cry.

"Do not blame yourself, it is not your fault," I told him as I dropped his hand, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Would you like to rest while I cook dinner?" I questioned him.

He sat there silently for a few moments before slowly nodding his head.

I helped him find the pillows and waited for him to lay down, "Just tell FRIDAY if you need anything," I told him before leaving the room to start dinner.