He would have liked to point out that Steve had a floor to himself in the Tower and could escape to any number of exercise rooms and avoid anyone that the man wanted while there. Perhaps that wasn't private enough, though he appreciated the little apartment that Steve still held. "No... but at least they will keep you involved in missions, which you enjoy to do." He also knew that there was the Falcon that Steve was good friends with too, though he had really only seen the man briefly at a distance.

He turned his head slightly towards Steve at the brush of fingers along the top of his head, watching his friend from where he was relaxing and getting used to the new pillow fort. "I know..." he managed to get in before Steve explained and elaborated on times, memories, and situations that had been stripped from him. Yet, he listened greedily, trying desperately to imagine where there wasn't even an inkling of memory to fill in the gaps inside of him. He hungered for those memories, for the apparent easy brotherhood that he had shared with Steve.

If those things had happened - and Steve had no reason to lie to him - he could see how taking care of his friend as diligently as he had that his current situation was a strange kind of turn-about. He nestled his chin harder on his forearms, which was difficult given that one of them was metal. "So... I used to take care of you when you were sick, and now you're taking care of me now that I'm sick? Is that how you see this?"