[There's a warm thrum that he's placing with the fact that he's still floored he gets to marry Steve. That everything is falling into place after seeming like it had been over (regardless of whose fault that was, even when he knows it was his). That he gets to have that, have Steve. It draws another hum out of him, as Steve settles and he melts back into the couch a little with that massage.

Easier to do, too, when Steve's just talking to him. He's always been incredibly fond of Steve's voice. There's something to the low, smooth cadence that sets him at ease. Or riles him right up a wall, depends on what they're doing. Right now it's extremely appreciated.]

Sounds like an incredibly lucky guy. Being a giant pain in the ass but you love him anyway. What's he holding over you?

[He's not really expecting a real answer, he's not fishing. But it's just a nice little distraction from all the other terrible things swirling about in his body. And while the foot massage is nice, apparently it's not quite what he's looking for. Because he pulls away from Steve just so that he can reorient himself on the couch, laying his head in Steve's lap then.]

You even come- literally- running when he's in trouble. Even when he tells you not to. I could use a guy like that.