Steve drops his backpack near the door - yes, he has his own room, here. He did not leave his shit in it, for a wide variety of reasons.

He snorts at the remark and sinks down to sit on the edge of the bed. "Don't make me try and untangle that one, Clint. I like more people than I don't. I care about humanity. I want the missing half back. I'm frustrated as shit that even this level of tragedy can't shake folks enough to do and be better and tired as hell of all of it."