The laughter wasn't reflected from him, and he raised an eyebrow at the reaction. It seemed that 'bad week' might have been an understatement at this point, but the crack in armour, the show of vulnerability was like having a kill blooded. He knew he could use it to his advantage and move in so easily. He didn't resist the allure of it either, slowly walking over to where Steve had sat down.

He didn't sit but hovered close, his expression one of concern even as his eyes flicked around to assess the level of danger to where they were.

"Does it bother you to know you're free of lies?" He shifted at the question and then slowly moved to a crouch in front of Steve. "Waiting for you."