"Hold hands, sing kumbaya, tell stories? Make up games with whatever you got on hand?" He keeps the volume low, turns it to--whatever, honestly, the content doesn't matter. Some soap or some drama.

Takes a moment to consider. He remembers movie nights on occasion, sprawl across a couple laps for fun, physically casual, or propped up on the floor talking and shooting the shit more than watching. There's a part of him that very strongly misses the sensation of fingers through his hair. And that's...something all tangled up. He's not gonna just ask for Steve to pet him. Jesus. But he's also the one that suggested this whole setup.

He sighs. "This is so damn awkward. Okay, lemmie ask you this. You've been doing...a lot of the touching and holding and shit lately. Do you want me to instead? Would that make you feel better?"