His fingers flexed against Steve's elbows, enjoying the sensation of strong limbs under his grip. He eyed his friend for a sign that it would be alright for them to roll around wrestling in bed as they sometimes did in Steve's apartment. It was easier in the apartment though they had to be careful not to damage things. Here the room and bed was big enough where he was keener to see if something could get going.

"I don't... know," he muttered, aware of his tunnel vision. He tended to do things that Steve did, but it was hard for him to just go and do something on his own. He didn't know the music, the culture or much of anything. He tried the television a few times, but it was generally things he wasn't interested in. "Oh... so let's wrestle then. It will be... hmm, fun." He tugged on Steve's arms as if he were encouraging his friend to fight back.