He looked at the box that he was passed, and it smelled very good to his starved nose and body. He sniffed at it, though he somehow knew spaghetti without having to be told, which chased away a little of his exhaustion. He nodded absently, though he had a doubt that he would be giving it up or trading it with Steve unless it was a little bit to share. He could never deny his friend some of his meal.

He took his first bite and, as usual, a deep contented moan escaped him as taste exploded on his tongue and mouth. He shuddered, pulling the box closer to his chest and began to eat in earnest, his damp hair clinging to his neck and cheeks. He made it through half of the box with record quickness before he sat up abruptly, licking tomato sauce from his lips and then shyly pushed the box towards Steve in silent offering of sharing before he happened to eat it all by himself. "Do you... want some?"