The only thing better than Sam's pancakes was the man itself. He doesn't move, just soaks in the contact like it's necessary to his survival. Maybe it is. "Well you don't have to miss me anymore. Breakfast and then bed. No more hold ups." He smiles so wide that his face hurts.

Steve's feeling completely indulged as he resumes eating. It's a weird feeling to get exactly what you want, but there it was. Once he's done, he moves to take Sam's hand and has to laugh when they stick. He should really learn to eat Sam's food more politely. "Maybe a tiny hold up." He realizes belatedly he probably needs to put the dishes in the sink anyways. He moves to do so with a content smile.