He didn't like being apart from Steve for long, though he was capable of sealing off his emotions and tolerating the separation. He also knew from overhearing more than his share of conversations that people didn't think it healthy if he responded a certain way to Steve's return, so he kept his reactions as base as he could with them. Once they were alone, he could be himself, the one that wanted to be close to Steve and relish his friend's presence and warmth.

He hummed at the reply, even if he was reluctant to move from the spot he had taken up in Steve's lap. He instead slipped his arms around his friend's chest and suddenly stood, hauling Steve up as if his friend were just an overgrown doll in his arms. "Bed then," he muttered as he kissed Steve's neck and went searching for the bed in this massive place.