Steve did take up less space, but his friend was completely the same otherwise. Perhaps Steve just felt this way because doing so with this body was bringing back memories of when they had done it back before the cold and the war? He remembered distinctly Steve speaking that they had done this often when they had lived in Brooklyn. He wished he remembered that as well, but those were still missing for the most part, though he had vague impressions here and there when he wasn't trying too hard to think of something. "I think I can handle bony elbows and knees," he said with perhaps more enthusiasm than he should as he settled on his back and folded his hands behind his head as he had seen Clint do when trying to look casual.

He never knew what to suggest when the offer to do something was left up to him. The usual assortment of activities that he did were not fitting for a pillow fort like cleaning guns, sharpening knives and wiping down his gear. "Let's um... watch a movie." They had positioned the couch to be able to do that, though still at an awkward angle. "You pick it since I don't know any."