He leaned into the kiss, finding the same kind of comfort in it here as he did back at the factory on the hill. It settled the urges to stalk around the small place and listen for all the sounds of an old place settling. Instead, he was watching Steve, aware that the both of them together would be able to detect any danger and certainly not find themselves snuck up on easily. "It was uncomfortable, but I wouldn't call myself pained. It was stiff from being in the same position..."

And that new kiss was entirely different from the others. For some reason, it was easy to sink into it, to reply in kind with rusty skills and slipping his mismatched hands up the length of Steve's chest until he was grabbing fistfuls of shirt. When was the last time he had felt loved and adored? He couldn't remember. "No, the urge to flee is gone with you. It's... safe. You're safe and I know between the two of us that few things stand a chance to bring us harm."