"If I hadn't figured out how to lay still with my eyes shut, somebody would have taken my head off seventy years ago." There's a slight smile with that one. "As long as I've got something to pay attention to, I'm good. You breathing counts, though I know that might get weird if you think about it too much."

Steve isn't even aware when he picks up the rhythm of Clint's thumb on his hand and echos it with his thumb on Clint's thigh.

He is 100% willing to let this be normal. It feels more normal for him than anything has in years. Knows that's not the case for Clint and that's... heartbreaking, but a thing he can accept.