Ah, he'd already earned a laugh out of the big guy? The evening was going better than expected given the previous little 'reprimand' in the shower for coping a feel. He was amused that they were back to the war already, but he admitted curiosity as well. Books and films hardly could instill the full impact of those times, and there was some closely guarded joy in him in digging for little gems from Rogers for those times before he had even been a twinkle in his father's eye.

"I doubt you even got that on the battle lines," he remarked as he padded into the kitchen to pull open the fridge to pick through his rather old assortment of beers. He wasn't a big drinker, mostly because he wasn't home much, but he liked the stuff that had been in production longer than he had been alive. "You like lager or ale? I've got both, since I didn't know what tickled your fancy."

He leaned more into the fridge to peer inside, making a bit of noise moving stuff around just because he could. He could hear Rogers in the next room, but the game wasn't on so there was no rush to hop into the seat himself. "This place? Huh, must have had it going on six years now? The view sucks, but it's as close to home as I care to get."