Slowly, uncertainly, he nods. He thinks he would, probably, if the situation were reversed. He pulled Steve out of the river in the end, after all, didn't he? Overcame the stronghold they had on his mind, undid the brainwashing implanted in him because of Steve.

Silently, he settles into the blankets. Slides a metal arm under the pillow, stares at the ceiling, then forces his eyes closed.

Minutes tick by.

He murmurs, "I can feel you staring. Don't make it weird."