Just being was utterly foreign and completely delightful. With Tony he could say nothing and know it wouldn't be misinterpreted, or he could talk all night. Tony knowing what he needed was as mental as it was physical and it was just so good.
It was best that they stay away from the horned things, Steve was with him on that and let himself be dragged- well anywhere obviously, but at that point in the other direction. "I love seeing things all living in harmony, that it's possible," Steve agreed and he'd been about to continue along that tangent when something moved into their path and growled. Well it didn't growl, like the rest of them it said its own name. It sniffed the air and Steve watched on fascinated with it as he squatted down and held out his hand toward the dog. "Hey little buddy," Steve said gently.