He was gaining an appreciation of the marvels of medicine now that Steve was like this, and the medications and the inhaler and the promotion of good health was the only thing that kept him from hovering constantly. Steve was safe. Steve was happy. Steve was tiny but fierce. There was a fondness that was nestled deep in his brain that he couldn't hope to explain in words, but he felt it all the same like a splinter in his mind.

"I have to check. Boundaries or something," he said even as he tilted his chin to his chest so that he could look down into Steve's upturned face. It was easy to just lean down and seal their lips together, his metal hand sliding under Steve's jaw to keep his friend's face upturned towards his own.