Winter drifts after him, just out of range for a grab if Rogers happened to reach out. Not that he expects he will, really. It's just habit and paranoia. He stands by the couch for a long moment, trying to make himself sit on the middle cushion.

He can't. He wants to, but he can't make himself turn around and sit down.

But what he does do is sit sideways against the other arm of the couch and stretch his heavily-socked feet out to tuck against Stevie's thigh. This is... unobjectionable, it seems like. It might not be great for Stevie, but it's what he's getting for now.