He snorted and gave a little nod when Tony commented on the surfaces. "They do, no need to sweep things onto the floor now," Steve said casually. Steve had a thing for getting Tony sitting up on surfaces or back against walls, anywhere he could manhandle him and it was nice not to worry about anything sharp.
Steve's PTSD was a lot better than it had been when he'd first come out of the ice. But it wasn't gone. He knew he had to acknowledge it, work with it and not against it. Getting outside with this little guy might be good for him.
"We'll get him his own," Steve said, maybe a little hopeful sounding now. Because Steve had never really considered he'd be in a place where he could have a pet, where life would be quiet enough and safe enough to put down any roots. Sure they probably weren't here forever but maybe he could have this. "Yeah I want it."