Steve looked up with narrowed eyes for a moment before swallowing. Every once in a while, even though he was aware of how the hotel had changed him, Steve lost the fight and those darker emotions and urges came to the surface. True, he'd come expecting to be paired up with someone, but he'd been hoping for someone specific and he may or may not have seem that person off with someone else. Without even a glance in his direction. The jealousy had filled him and he'd decided to lose himself in food. He could eat aggressively and not actually do anyone harm.

And then Henry came over.

He really had no idea why the man kept coming after him, or why he did the same. More often than not neither of them was satisfied by the encounters, and yet they kept trying. Reluctantly, he pushed away from the table and stood, gesturing at the other chair. Sometimes Steve hated chivalry, "Sit down? I could order you one too, but you can't eat it, can you?"