It's paranoia, Steve. He's glad you don't have the need to make multiple plans of attack or escape or just making dinner. (Hell, it's part of why routine is so soothing here: it's something he doesn't have to plan.)

He definitely doesn't say that, though. It's not what Steve is thinking about, and it's not what he wants to think about. He sighs, instead, and give's Steve's back a little rub with the hand around his shoulders. "Maybe the first aid kit won't. But I will. He gave me so much I can't ever repay him for."