He laughs too, a deep rumble of mirth. Mostly because he knows immediately how it was ruined. He didn't like 'babe' either himself, it didn't feel right. The search continues.

But when Steve leans in for another kiss, he's actually shocked anything could distract him from finishing off his pancakes, a noise of surprise getting lost against his mouth as he immediately leans into the contact. Sam's hand digs into the counter for support, eyelashes fluttering before his eyes close of their own accord, lips moving against Steve's so that he could never doubt his own sincerity or need for him.

"I know," he says finally when the kiss breaks, though he'd almost lost the thread of their conversation, still looking a little glassy eyed as they come open again. "But your breakfast is getting cold and we have a nap train to catch." But he can't help tipping his forehead in against Steve's indulgently anyway, even if it's only for a second.

"God I missed you." It's a sigh, almost involuntary for the way he blows it out against Steve's skin.