He was going to be hard-pressed to leave Steve's side at this, more than usual anyway. His general unhealthy dependence on Steve had shifted sideways to an unhealthy need to guard his friend and be close. Natasha had given them a look when they had left, but he hadn't not had time or opportunity to puzzle out the meaning of it. He just knew that it had happened and that Steve had also indicated in the past that such looks often came from her. Perhaps when Steve was back to rights again, he should inquire with her about them.

He was finishing his soup as Steve was halfway through the soup, and then he was also chewing carefully at the bread. It tasted good even without it being toast, so he was content to eat, though he peered at the scowling from the other side of the table. "What point would that be?" He nodded in agreement about being comfortable, and so he would be because Steve had agreed with him about not wearing anything at all.