[Steve now has his head cupped in one hand, covering his eyes. He does feel slightly like an asshole, but seriously... that's not too much to ask, is it? Even from a dying man? A crazy, dying man?

If Steve is 100% honest with himself, he doesn't really want to talk to this guy. But he would feel a hell of a lot more like an asshole if he hung up on someone dying alone in the cold. Steve sighs.]

I'm sorry. I'm just—this place kind of gets to me is all. You should talk about whatever you want to talk about. Least I can do is listen.

...Hey. What's your name, pal? I'm Steve.