[He wasn’t crossing any lines yet, and he was trying, TRYING to work this out. He does, at least, understand that this Steve Rogers guy is someone he knows. Knew. Someone of his past. he won't say it scares him, but it does, just a bit, to not know who or why. But he’s there, in memories that he thought was missing. So that was something.]

Sometimes silence works better than constant yapping. [He wonders why he keeps talking. He should shut this down and get ready, but then... it has his interest.]

I don’t want to start over. I want to know why you were so important. [that? That had a bit of a snap to it, clear frustration and annoyance in the tone. But at least the words are mildly encouraging?]