It's winnowing down. All of it. The location. The space. The air.
Steve isn't even looking at him as the tight shake to his head happens.

Because that reign on his hold. The one that's been holding since the phone rang.
In Korea, before the whole damn landslide, happened, is thrumming wire tight.

"I'm warning you." It's remote and blank laugh. "Take your finger out of my face."