"You'll be fine," he reassures, patting Istredd on the back.

Natasha would love it.

"I mean, it was always going to be a long shot," he says. "An incredibly long shot. But you still had to try."

He wishes he could say he was surprised, but he would have been more so if Istredd did get something of use, out of any of it, any of them.

He catches Istredd's hand on his shirt but doesn't remove it. "No," he admits. It's the truth. That concern isn't going to just go away. "But it's better now."