He might have gained muscle, but Steve's eyes were purely on his face, on the wet strands of hair, the curve of his lips as he spoke. Steve stilled at the touch before slipping the pencil back in the coil and putting it aside.

"No, you shouldn't be uncomfortable any longer than you have to be. Let's get you all taken care of."

He tugged the various creams out of the bag and started carefully pulling open the packaging until they were left with a few tubes of cream sitting on his lap. The packaging was stuffed back into the bag to be dealt with later before he placed the whole of the thing off to the side of the bed and beckoned Jim closer to get things started.