Steve looks sleep-warm and comfortable and if he was bolder, he would wrap him in a one-armed hug and bury his face against Steve's neck. His brain cautions that it's way too soon for that. He doesn't want to scare Steve off. But part of him wonders if he'd protest the closeness. Wasn't touch a basic human need? He certainly aches for it.

He takes a couple steps closer to him when he scrubs his hands over his head, like he's stressed out and it makes him want to soothe him.

"Hey, hey. You're being way too hard on yourself. It's been a long, shitty day, Steve," he tells him. "Pizza's fine with me, for the record. I got stuff for a salad if you want that, too."