Taking the glass of water gratefully, Steve moved with Tony to sit down, nervously spinning the cup back and forth in his hands a few times. When Tony started to drink, though, he mirrored to do the same, trying and practically failing to look more at ease and calm. He never dwelt well with social situations and this felt more meaningful somehow and he couldn't figure out why.

The first confession nearly had him dropping the glass right onto the floor. "I - thought so - you look like him and the last name," Steve began, setting the glass down before he actually broke it. "He meant a lot to me - Howard. He helped me a lot when I first got the serum." A wistful look took over his face for a moment but he quickly pushed it away. Reminders of the loss were never wise to dwell on.

A chill ran up his spine but he tried to lean back against the cushions to 'settle' himself. "Are you - do you build things too?"