That actually brought him some relief. Steve probably should sleep more than that, but he seemed alright enough. Better than James was, at least. He was content to doze off next to him again, hopefully helping Steve get a little more rest too, but then Steve had to go and speak up again, and James tensed in his arms.

He opened his eyes, but kept his face buried in Steve's chest, refusing to look at him. "No," he said resolutely, the tone harsher than he meant it to be. "Just... sleep, Steve. Let's sleep for a little longer. Gonna need a shower in a bit."

That was his way of saying he expected Steve to join him for that shower, of course.