That conflict was a difficult feeling to reconcile, and he nodded in understanding. "It is. It feels like going home is something we should always want, and yet..." He shrugged. "It's really not that simple." Here, there was so much to miss. Time with his friend, who had finally been freed from everything that had been done to him. Tony and Natasha alive. And all those new friendships forming, much like this one.
"I think I was the opposite," he laughed. "I wasn't a hermit back home, and yet here I was, for a time. Until your influence stopped me of course." He smiled to show he didn't mean it badly. "It isn't. Of course, all that drama happening so soon after I arrived helped with that." All that fighting going on, he'd hardly have been able to keep his distance from people, even if he'd truly wanted to. There were times, of course, when he wanted his solitude. Usually late at night when memories caught up with him. But Steve had always preferred the company of people. Of his friends.
"I had some help," he admitted. "Darcy found it. It looked nice." Casual and inviting, not too formal. It was what he'd thought would be best for a first dinner date. If this did become a first of several. He opened the door, gesturing for her to precede him. "Shall we go in?"