Winter does him one better: he shifts so he can put his head down on Steve's shoulder. This is okay. It's actually... good. Steve is safe. Steve is his.

He stays there for a minute before, maybe in answer to Steve's comment or maybe just because he isn't sure how to respond with words, he unwinds his fingers from Steve's, unwraps the brownie from its seran wrap, and breaks it in half. The slightly bigger half he holds up for Steve, without lifting his head.