For a moment, the Soldier thought that he was getting permission to continue, to pull Steve in tight against him and wrestle his friend to the ground, but it was soon followed up with a time out again. He flexed his fingers against Steve's hip, aware that he could force the issue, but there was some undercurrent in Steve's voice that had him debating the worth of pushing when he had been requested to stop for a few minutes for a third time.

"I... alright," he agreed grudgingly. He released Steve's hip with obvious reservation but turned away all the same. He'd give Steve ten minutes, maybe... do general upkeep on himself or something in that time, probably have to get back into pants to face the day that was ahead of them. He wondered if he could sneak out the window so he could trot off back to Steve's place and leave his friend to assure everyone that everything was fine. Oh... well, he'd miss brunch, and he wasn't certain he wanted to do that either.