[ Now, after everything, T'Challa knows that even a good man can be elbows-deep in blood, knows that the measure of one's character comes from what one does— or chooses not to do— in the aftermath. With context, he understands now that Steve Rogers is very much like him: a man who, under no circumstances, can will himself to stop if there's something that needs doing.

Now they share the commonality of being once-dead and back again (and iced over, even), but T'Challa keeps that to himself. The only playfulness he betrays is a glint of his eyes, near-conspiratorial. ]

Busy.

[ Understatement. Slinging Steve's bag over one shoulder, he starts their journey from the border to the city proper, taking measured steps along rain-slicked grass.

He's wearing open-toed sandals. Shuri can rib him all he wants, but he likes the feeling of dew between his toes. ]

You must have heard that Wakanda has opened itself to the outside world. [ There's literally no way that this could've escaped Steve's notice, because, you know. Surprise!!! ] —Without compromising your friend, of course.

[ That's one thing that Agent Ross didn't press T'Challa on, thank god. T'Challa would prefer to like him, as opposed to the alternative. ]