It seems today he's more subdued than last time, so there's no shoving or scrambling. There's a little hunch, not quite a flinch but close, as Steve leans over him, but once he realizes it's just a jacket, he tugs it closer around him like a blanket. He will never not take an additional layer of warmth. The fact that this one smells like Steve is... both better and worse than something neutral. Ugh.

"Mission focus," he says, low and rough. "It's what you wanted. Then got confused."