Re: log, Stark Tower: Sam W/Steve R
Steve mirrored Sam's positioning without intending to, drawing his own long legs up to prop elbows upon. He gaze followed the other man with keen closeness, the concern there not hidden. Steve was a stoic man, generally speaking. He shouldered his burdens. But he knew a part of that was generational. It was expected of him.—But even those walls, in part, came down with friends, with Bucky. The steely sort of courage that kept quirked the thin, black ribbon of Sam's smile he didn't do and it earned sympathy from him. He angled himself toward Sam.
"Let me guess. Nightmares got something to do with the explosions and helicarriers?" Steve gave a gentle sort of smile. "I know mine do and I don't sleep as much as most."