Steve can pretty readily sense the discomfort the topic of his husband, but hasn't forgotten that there was a comparison to him that prompted it being discussed.

Or, well, being a topic he latched onto as distraction.

He'll file that one, keep track of anything else that comes up, circle back. For now he's just relieved.

"Okay. Ask me what my middle name is." Get this balance zeroed out again. "Then I'll get this dumped out and you water and we can go to bed. If it's just blood loss both will help but it's gonna take some time for you." Apparently. Because trading healing for Steve's safety was a thing.

This fucking idiot.