Steve knows the statistics. He might not have been planning a military career, but he'd always been dialed in and even after he'd finished his tour, he'd kept himself involved with veteran's services and organizations. It's hard not to feel a kinship there. He has to work not to.

"I don't plan to start anything, but if I do anything stupid I promise not to blame you for it." Of course, he also hadn't planned to wind up in prison, so he might be writing a check there that his ass can't catch. There are some things he's not going to lie back and ignore, even in prison. Winding up here had more than proven that.

"And if I snore, you can wake me up. I won't blame you." Not that he thinks he does, but he doesn't exactly record himself sleeping.

And he won't be touching Bucky's things or having sex in their cell, whether Bucky's here or not. From what they'd been told, they're not really supposed to touch in any significant way, let alone have sex. Steve's resigned himself to two years of celibacy, but even if he hadn't, he'd like to think he's smart enough to find a more covert place than his open cell.