He lifted his arm to affectionately curl it around Steve's head where it rested against his chest. He leaned down to bury his nose into that blond hair, breathing in the other man's scent and letting it fill his head and chest.

"There's no rush," he murmured, even if that wasn't true. Once overseas, they could die at any time. It was best to live with no regrets. "It's better you are warm because you're going to be sore tomorrow for the one-on-one combat already."