It's on his lips to say hell no, all the way up until Steve's head pops around the corner and he pins him with this look that Barnes takes like a punch straight to the gut. It leaves him with a wrinkled forehead and parted lips, words dying in his throat, hand gripping a scrub brush just a little too tightly.

He's been avoiding Steve's face for so many days in a row, having it suddenly there looking half beat-up over this is just...

God.

He sighs, ripping his eyes away, pinning them onto the floor. A beat later, he shifts from hands and knees to siting up on his thighs, carding damp fingers through his hair.

"You ever heard of GFTS? Gay for the stay?" Which is one hell of a way to start this conversation, but here goes nothing.