As they got to the door, Steve actually started smiling just a little.

He'd gone to the store with Jim. They'd had a walk and a talk and everything had gone just fine, even when it'd rubbed up against some of the sensitive points for both of them and between them.

It'd been... good. Normal. Just the two of them.

The way it made his chest hurt a little, though... he'd need to tug him aside, maybe before they fell asleep. Maybe the next morning. He wasn't sure if it was the right time, but he was hoping that, with everything going so well, it would at least work out.

He shifted the box to one arm specifically and opened the door, holding it open for Jim behind him.

The apartment was pretty much how they'd left it: Thor was watching animated ponies with Sam, Tony, and Lois. Clark was fiddling around the kitchen, neatening up as best he could. Clint was not to be seen at that moment but that only meant he may have found a perch that wasn't visible from the door.

"We come bearing drinks," Steve announced, "and breakfast for tomorrow."

Clark looked utterly relieved and cleared off a spot on the kitchen table for both crates.

"Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it."