"Well, hey, if making me bleed gets you off, let me know before we get into a beat down drag out, yeah?" Easier to make light than to really dig deep into anything else.

He lets out another huff at the dingy ceiling before sitting back up to reach for a notebook, this time under the pillow. He flips it open, and from the right angle Steve might be able to make out what looks to be a simple layout of the immediate area. He's adding to it, jotting some notes along the way. "Any particular reason why you're glued to my side for that long?" As opposed to two or three days, or even indefinitely.