Steve settles down at the table with his plate, a fork and a knife and he's busy chewing through most of what Sam says, though he's paying attention - eyes up on the person talking, properly listening.

He swallows in time for answer. "Sure," he agrees. "We're balanced because I'm gonna worry about it with you exactly the way you worry about me. Otherwise we're unbalanced again, and things get weird." Things being him.

He doesn't quite know how he 'got' Sam, but he's not interested in losing another friend who sees him for himself, instead of Captain America. He is Captain America but he's not... the comic book guy.