Sam huffs a little laugh when she asks if he's just tired. They both know that she knows him better than that.

"Aren't you supposed to be in that self involved teenage period of your life?" He asks, giving her a small grin. Still, he takes the question as an invitation and moves inside the door, sitting on the corner of the bed. He sighs, looking down at his hands. "I did what I thought was right, Gwen. I know Steve gave me that shield, but Captain America... that's not who I am."

He looks over at her, ready to change the subject if she wants to. "I bet he did. He say when he's coming out here to visit?"