[Steve's face does that beaming smile again at Bucky's offer. He was hoping, when he asked about Bucky's familiarity with the neighborhood earlier, but he didn't want to impose of Bucky wasn't comfortable.]

That'd be incredible. I mean - my walking route now that I'm looking at isn't bad but I'm sure it's probably not the most efficient. I can get turned around easy when I'm new to a place.

[As for where he works...]

I work at the government building a few blocks from where I volunteer for the art classes. The glamorous job of being employed as a glorified file clerk by the city. It pays the bills, though, and unlike being a starving artist it gives me health insurance.

[While he doesn't look it, he does have a host of conditions that he's got to deal with. As long as he keeps in shape and keeps up medication all he's really got to worry about is the occasional asthma attack - but it does mean he does need consistent insurance. As much as he'd love to be a full time artist, he does not in fact make enough money off of it to offset the cost. Such is life.

Someday. He's still young. Steve's nothing if not an optimist.]