He leans back into her but it's almost hesitant. Like he knows exactly what she's doing and he feels bad about it. He lets her hold him but his hand goes from holding his own forearm to hers. "You don't have to come running every time I have a problem," he says softly, but it's clearly he's fighting himself on that. His body is relaxing at the touches already even if his brain feels bad.

He listens though and huffs out a laugh at the end. "Steve went into the ice when the Soviets were on the same said, you'd think he'd have been less likely to be bothered by that then the other." There a pause before he adds. "Did he ask why you were with me?"