"And I'll be reading puns to all Steve's friends," B promises. The note and pictures are going to wind up tucked into his notebooks with Steve's drawings and all his memories. Precious things to keep. "Just. Thanks. You put in a lot of work for this. A lot of care. Into me." The Enclosure trips, the checking in after every port and breach, prodding him to try the piano, the faith that he would never hurt her. The name. There's so much he can just lay at her feet, for pushing him along, reluctant and uncertain and expecting it all to come to nothing.