[ Meanwhile, Steve is burbling to himself as he's laid down. ]

Ohhh, hello bed. Oof.

[ Thankfully he's off his feet because he gets the sensation he's falling when vertical. Horizontal is better, yes. Steve arches his back against the lingering threads of pain travelling through his shoulders and chest where numbing lips never touched, the ache of the bites like a throbbing heartbeat over his own.

He keeps his eyes closed, licking his dry lips. ]

You guys always have the biggest slushies at the mall, huh? Biiiig shakes. I could go for a shake too. [ Gasp, wait! ] Am I the shake?