He sighed at the smoothness of Steve's cheek, and he was keenly aware of the return to normal breathing for his friend. There was only warmth for the smaller man on his chest, and he hummed as he remembered little fragments of times that he had used that nickname when they were children and even in teenage years. "Then... it's my name for you just like Bucky is yours for me."

He patted Steve's back gently, and he didn't mind the shifting or bony protuberances from his friend. "You don't sound alright with all that wheezing," he replied, daring to drop his flesh hand to squeeze one of Steve's ass cheeks.