"Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks." James stumbled a little over the simple acceptance, kicking himself for not even managing to get that right. He was too busy getting caught up in the fact that his dad (not really his dad) was sitting right across from him.
"I'm not really." He admitted. "Good at being on time, that is. Torunn will tell you I'm better at sleeping in than much of anything else." He doubted that would hold him in very high regard with Captain America. The man probably never slept in a day in his life. It wasn't that he wanted it to be that way, it was just that the older he'd got, the less he'd seen the point in so much of it. They'd been stuck in the dome without anything else to expect or hope for.
"Do you like this place?" He asked, sitting up a little straighter and reaching for one of the cups Steve had poured, adding a liberal amount of sugar. "Not the -" he gestured vaguely with one hand to indicate the world, universe, (even bigger dome), "this place. Tony brought me and Torunn here for burgers when we first got here. They were good. I had two." He mentally bit his tongue to shut up for a second. He wanted so badly for this man to like him. To respect him, really. And he was going on about sleeping in and eating burgers.
Looking down at his cup, he took up the spoon and slowly stirred it to let the sugar dissolve. "Sorry. This is weird. Not bad weird. It's just hard to know what I'm supposed to say, you know?"