He narrowed his eyes at the second suspicious look, uncertain what he had done to earn them. He nodded in acceptance to Steve cleaning up and rose from his spot at the table to take his dishes back into the kitchen. He watched from the entrance of the kitchen while his friend was forced to swallow down an assortment of pills, and his pleasure for having Steve back in such a familiar manner vanished. There were very real and very dangerous medical conditions that his friend suffered from, and while he knew that Steve had survived them all and current medicine was very much improved, it was not the way that Steve should have to live for any length of time.

"I will do whatever you ask of me," he said softly, though he could take off his combat gear first. He lingered to watch Steve in the kitchen and even began to remove his kevlar vest and various belts with weapons attached to them as if to show his good faith in not keeping up with being fully armed in the apartment.