Despite everything, he had to admit it was good to have some version of Steve here, and the similarities were already becoming as obvious as the differences - that grab-and-hug move, yeah, he recognised that, and he'd be lying if he claimed he didn't hold the embrace for just a beat longer than was strictly necessary. It wasn't even that long since he'd seen Steve, but this place had him off-kilter in a bad way, especially coming on top of the shit they'd just been through back home.
"Probably smart," he admitted. "I don't want to imagine what you'd get up to here with nothing else to do." Especially since he'd probably be right in there too, even if he had to take a moment for a put-upon sigh first. He'd done some dumbass stuff at Steve's side over the years - that was the thing about hanging out with him, you knew he wasn't going to back down from a damn thing, which naturally lead on to the fact that you couldn't back down, either. Unless you actually disagreed (and god knew they'd had their disagreements), it was just inevitable that you were going to end up one day on live tv starting a war against the goddamn government by stealing a tank. You know. For fun.