Steve's hand shoots out and grabs Tony's wrist to stop him from going back to the bar. He waits until Tony meets his eyes. "There is no correct way to grieve. Then, now, you're trying to work through it. It's not easy."

This isn't about him but Steve wants to talk to Tony about how he's still grieving. He lost everyone he knows. Before that was the war. Steve's still grieving for the past and sometimes he wants to go back so bad it's all he can think and feel.

But this isn't about his grief. This is about Tony's and trying to help him carry it and work through it.

Steve tugs gently on his wrist, trying to coax him to sit back down and not get that third drink. He doesn't need it even if Tony thinks he does. He should sit and eat and work through the grief with Steve.

"I can't imagine the pain you're in and I'm not going to tell you what's the right way to get through it." He flashes a brief, awkward smile. "Well, maybe I'll tell you not to drink until you throw up but I'm trying to be here and help you through whatever grief you need to get out. However that works."

He wouldn't let Tony get too self-destructive. Or self-destruct their relationship but he wasn't going to tell Tony he's wrong to feel that grief.