Steve's so open. Happy, in this moment at least. Genuine. And it's so hard not to let that seep into him in turn. His gaze turns from the drawing to Steve, and he's struck by that smile and that sincerity.

He ducks his head, a little smile tugging at the corner. Ah, so that's a taste of humble pie, huh. "You're good at this." And he's not exactly talking about the art, here. Clint rests a hand lightly on Steve's shoulder. "Thanks for being you."