Tony was always wonderfully needy and Steve had waxed poetic about how much he loved that. But it was even more in that moment, Tony kissing him like he needed him and Steve would give him anything. To have no memory of this, of the happiness and the love they shared, it all came back and Steve was so glad to be all grown up.
“I don’t blame you,” he said with a smile as he stroked his cheek. The problem would have come later, if he’d stayed young and got a little older, a crush and sixteen year old hormones, not that would have been a nightmare. “Huh? With this old man?” Steve asked as he settled on his side and stretched out, feet nearly at the end of the mattress where they belonged but he didn’t let go, didn’t move back from him.