They were both big strong men, but that didn't mean he hadn't slept with one eye open until Tony had moved in. There was safety in numbers and there was something about waking up and seeing the curve of Tony's shoulder when his heart hammered in his chest and sweat dripped down his temple. Not dust. Solid flesh.
There were more rooms but it seemed wrong to split up, a touch codependent but Steve was used to close quarters. Even if routine relaxed him he was still ready for anything, he'd been fighting for so long, running for so long that it seemed impossible to stop. There was a lot of hurt, a lot that remained unsaid and things were balanced somewhat precariously, but there was trust. They were on the same team and Steve could finally sleep.
He knew Tony was awake which is why he was being quiet but not tiptoeing around. Not that he snored Steve just knew when the tension went out of him and he finally slept, even if it wasn't enough it was some and some of the time. "Trying," Steve said with a shrug as he rolled the log deeper into the fire with the poker. "Just making sure there's enough fuel to keep us going," he added.