Once Steve was showered, feeling fresh and in comfortable, clean clothes, he wandered back into the bedroom to peek on Rogue. He'd only given his hair a cursory scrub with the towel, so it was still a little damp, and he ran his hands through it to slick it back from his eyes (with mixed success; it was getting a little long).

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Steve smiled and rubbed his hand gently over Rogue's arm. "Hey. I'm back. Wanna grab something to eat with me?"

He phrased his words carefully, making it a suggestion, with no size or particular food specified. Part of him wondered if this was why everyone had always been trying to push food on him back in the day, thinking he was too scrawny and food would fix it.

But even if she didn't want to eat, he wouldn't mind some company.