Steve makes a noise that's sort of like a huff-snort-scoff, but if B doesn't mind it when he makes things weird, then who is he to argue that he should.

Especially not when, "I know how it should work," he agrees. But it's what he leaves unsaid that worries him most: He just can't trust it. He can't trust things to go right, even if he wants them to.

But knowing that B would want him to tell him, and knowing that B knows what Steve would want... that feels better. It doesn't mean he stops pressing close or feeling desperate, but it does mean at least part of him can, if not exactly relax, then at least wind a little less tight.

"It feels better. A little. Having a plan," he finally breathes. There's maybe a little laugh under it. B's the planner. He likely knows.