ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

"Kind of my point," he volleys back softly, drinking some coffee and picking through his food at a much more normal pace. Maybe even a little slower than he might usually. It's more fun to watch Steve anyway. "You always race down here and wear yourself out." He's clearly endeared, free hand reaching up to the back of Steve's neck, fingers delving into his hair and rubbing against his scalp.