His eyes narrow at the slip. For a beat he considers ignoring it, but, only a beat. "I already what, Rogers." He can guess. He can fucking guess that this "other him" had a goddamn cat, and somehow... left it behind here? That was kind of fucked up of "other him". You don't do that to something that loves you.

What. The fuck does he know about love, Christ. His brain is a dumpster fire, sometimes. All the time.

But he still wants to hear Steve say it.