This sounds like a terrible idea. Choosing a drink on color alone sounds like an even worse idea. Nonetheless, Bum scoots close to the other man and walks where he leads him without protest. His ribs still kind of hurt, but Steve was being nice to him now. Almost sweet, actually? He's sort of enjoying the moment, honestly, even though he's been on the verge of tears just a minute ago and there's still uneasiness gnawing at him, like a ball stuck in his throat.

"...green," he mutters, staring at his shoes before glancing up at Steve again. That wasn't too quiet, right? He wasn't going to get angry again, right?