[Steve does have an actual bed, even if it's a narrow metal framed one from IKEA! It's off the floor and everything! And made to military precision, even if he never was able to enlist.

And at James' relenting and agreeing to coffee, Steve positively beams like Bucky truly did just make his day. It's just such a damn sincere expression.]

I've been told I make pretty good coffee. Don't exactly have a lot of seating, but make yourself comfortable, I'll put it on.

[He has a chair at his desk and his bed, point in fact. Other than that it's floor space or counter leaning. Still, Steve jogs over to the stove to turn it on and put the kettle on, fetching the cone filters from the box on the counter and grabbing two mismatched mugs.]