"All right." He pushes back and off Zerxus' lap and stands. "I'm gonna assume you want to be upright and the illusion of not being carried to bed." Yeah, it'd be awkward, but he could.

Instead he lets the man have some pride, drags one of Zerxus' arms across his shoulders, holds it there and then pulls Zerxus to stand and moves him toward his bed. He doesn't need help with that, not even consciousness. He really does just figure that Zerxus would protest to a bridal carry, and slung over Steve's shoulder would hurt.

Once he's got Zerxus down, he goes looking for running water and soap to clean up with, and some kind of container, a cloth and a towel to take back with him to clean Zerxus up.