The inappropriateness of his action didn't occur to him as his fingers flexed against Steve's hip, almost ready to pull the other man's larger body against his own. Something, maybe a voice from the past, stopped him from doing so. He held on for a little longer, savouring the closeness after so much concern and stress in the awareness that he might have lost Steve forever, that he would be truly alone with the only connection to his previous life. Steve was the only warm comfort that he had, and if it was gone... what was the point of being anything but the Winter Soldier anymore?

He sighed at the hand against his cheek, but he convinced himself to pull away on the second brush and ease back around so that he could wash his greasy hair. Yet, he stayed perceptively closer to Steve as he did so, passing occasionally sleepy glances at the other soldier he shared a shower with. He might have been feeling cleaner and more set straight, but he felt that he could miss the next meal just for the pleasure of sleeping close to Steve. "I will always wait for you."