The look he gives Steve then is unbelievably soft. He stands silently and reaches out his hand for Steve's. He should probably wash his hands too even if he's nowhere near as messy an eater. His headshake is fond, a part of him still having trouble believing Steve is really here. "Nap time," Sam confirms, leaning in to brush his lips over his, squeezing their hands as he tells himself to simply enjoy the moment. It doesn't matter how long it lasts, how long Steve is here. He has him right now and that's the only thing he should be focusing on.