"I wouldn't call most of it holding hands," he murmurs, under his breath.

Then looks at Clint and... smiles, in a way that's tired and kind of worn but still fundamentally and undeniably Steve. "All I need is to know and then believe that you'll tell me if I'm crossing a line you don't want crossed. I like you touching me. I like touching you. Sprawl across me and we get the best of both?"

It's an offer. Not a demand. But it's one where he sounds a little hopeful. "It doesn't have to be awkward. Just don't think we quite trust each other."