Some of the tension in Winter releases a little, too, when there's no shouting and no violence. Not that he expected Steve to hit him, not really, but maybe to yank himself away or shoulder-check him to get him out of the way. That he didn't is-- good. There's relief.

He realizes he hasn't really seen Steve angry, here. Grouchy, but not angry. There's something familiar to it, but it brings up shades of fear, too.

So he keeps Steve's hand as he walks, one step at a time, away from the bag and towards the locker room next to the gym, sandwiched between it and the official security office. "We can share, then," he allows. It's a concession and he'll take it.

"Why are you angry," he asks after another two steps.