He lifted his head from his arm at the story about the Commandos, people that he recognized when he saw pictures of them but nothing solid of that point in time coming to him. He wondered if he participated in bets back then, and he ached to know, ached to remember what that was like. He was used to war now, so he thought he had probably been used to it back then, but he still craved to know. "Did I... Was I... involved in those bets?" He didn't hide the pained longing in his voice because he knew that Steve wouldn't mock or pity him for him. "Was I... really part of that team? Like really part of it, not... as I am now?"

He really didn't think that cuddling up to one another was that odd, but he had noticed that few others did it. Not like him and Steve anyway. "I'm not giving up cuddling and laying on you," he said with distinct dignity.

It seemed that missions were still very different, though he hadn't been on an Avengers-type mission without Steve. It was easy to fall back into the attitude of 'no witnesses'. However, he had never involved civilians unless it had been part of the mission objective itself. That was, perhaps, what made him so good at slipping through history unseen. "I won't involve civilians and I will still complete the mission objective."

He supposed that taking a more active role in killing off those he knew were part of Hydra might allow him to integrate more. He also knew that there was very little that could touch him while he was with Steve, that his disappearance would immediately alert the man that something was wrong. "I want... things to be easier."