Push it, Sam. Steve's being more than friendly, even if he doesn't quite know it, and he's more into physical contact than he's ever been. More tactile, more willing to seek it out. Which means he leans, Sam leans, and Steve leans a little bit harder, before Sam moves to deal with the steaks.

"Still seems pretty unbalanced to me. How about you start sharing some of the things that make you happy?" Otherwise, it's just not fair. Not that his only motivation for wanting Sam happy and to do for him is Steve's sense of fair play.

Not even close.

He shakes his head with a self-depreciating snort. "I'm gonna go for medium and not gross you out, but if it ever saves you work in the future, you could toss it to me raw and bleeding and I'd eat it."