His eyes drank in the way that Steve moved, how that grey shirt was looking dirty and well-used when his friend was normally so impeccable outside of combat. The wear on the blond was obvious this close, and for his part, he didn't resist the strong arms that curled around him and lifted him like he weighed very little. He knew for a fact that, while he had lost weight, he was not a light man to carry anywhere, yet Steve did so like it was an honour and a duty to do so.
Despite all the training that he had pulling at him, he relaxed into Steve's arms, flexing his shoulders to remove of the stiffness that had built up over the last few days. He decided that it would be almost easy to close his eyes and fall asleep, aware that Steve would guard over him, but those words had his eyebrows pinching together as if trying to place the scenario in which it had come. "You'll find a way to fix me up," he replied slowly as he nestled his head down against Steve's strong warm shoulder and half-closed his eyes. Nothing had felt right before this. "Where will we go? Back to DC?"
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Despite all the training that he had pulling at him, he relaxed into Steve's arms, flexing his shoulders to remove of the stiffness that had built up over the last few days. He decided that it would be almost easy to close his eyes and fall asleep, aware that Steve would guard over him, but those words had his eyebrows pinching together as if trying to place the scenario in which it had come. "You'll find a way to fix me up," he replied slowly as he nestled his head down against Steve's strong warm shoulder and half-closed his eyes. Nothing had felt right before this. "Where will we go? Back to DC?"