He sits up as soon as Steve sets him down. He's glad he managed to hang on to the towel, because neither of them are going to want to sleep in the wet spot he's leaving on Steve's bed. He starts patting his skin down, working his way back up to the ends of his hair.

He's not even looking at Steve right at that particular moment, but he feels like he knows every change in expression. He feels halfway human again, just knowing that he remembers the particular look of that smile with a clarity of detail that would make any artist envious. Then again, he used to spend a lot of time looking at Steve's face. He still does, when he thinks Steve isn't looking.

"You're a big sap, Rogers." He drops the towel back into his lap and reaches for Steve's face. He supposes he could stand up, but it's just as easy to pull Steve down and press a quick, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. "I appreciate it. It's not that I don't want to talk to you -- I guess I just hate that you've gotta carry the whole world and me, too."