His eyes crossed slightly when Tony touched his nose to his. For some reason he didn't understand, Steve reached up and gently rubbed a spot behind one of Tony's ears.

There were times when his friend had reminded him of a cat. He could get the same offended looks and be just as fussy as the alley cats that Steve had befriended as a kid. That made the purr seem almost normal, soothing away whatever concerned he might have until his thoughts started drifting so he could barely keep track of them.

"Only if you try to get some real sleep too." The words sounded slightly slurred as dodging nightmares for so long began to catch up with him. Tony was right. It was warm. Warm enough that Steve knew he wouldn't dream of cold water or ice.

"'M not perfect." Yawning wide enough that his jaw popped, he gently scritched Tony's scalp. "Your mind isn't imperfect. If it is, it's perfectly imperfect. Just right for you." And for Steve since Tony was willing to give him something so important, a place when no one else had even hinted at offering him one. Maybe the vision was wrong and he could come home. "You're pillow is going to fall asleep soon."