Journal

Steve is, on the whole, a good-natured fellow. He lives by a simple principle: Treat everyone with kindness, and love those who love you. It always seemed to him that once he found someone to care about, all the rest would fall into place.

Matters with Orpheus seem like they should be simple--they like each other, they're attracted to each other--but Orpheus won't even hold his hand.

If Bucky were around, Steve would ask him for advice. (Not that he knows how he'd explain about the Bar to Bucky, anyway. When the war's over and Bucky's home, then Steve plans to bring him here.) Neither of them are good correspondents and the letters they exchange are few, and Steve couldn't put in the details about Orpheus into a letter, anyway.

Steve lies on a rock by the lake, his jacket folded under his head, and stares at the sky. No answers there, either.