He doesn't fight being guided into the suite, past the common shared spaces and into Steve's personal room. He doesn't struggle as he's eased to the bed, and only gives a slightly confused frown when Steve makes to disappear, only to have understanding and realization dawn when he returns, snacks and water at the bedside, just in case. He can't help the smallest tug at his lips at the gesture. Unnecessary, but so, so sweet.

When Steve wraps his arm around his shoulders, there's a relief in the pressing weight of that feeling. The kind of thing that he wants to curl up inside and never leave. He can't do that, though, so instead he just leans further into Steve's side; how does he always know what he needs?

"The ghosts're back'n I can't sleep." He mumbles, turning to bury his face against Steve. "They won't leave me alone."