"...Why would I do that?" Comes a very no nonsense, 'Son just don't' tone reply from the thin man. He's even got that look. Too bad he's about as intimidating as a chihuahua in a sweater right now. After a long pause Steve makes a noise of begrudging agreement before he takes a seat.

Bench is freezing cold. Steve shivers involuntarily. Why does anyone like this time of year? The cold gets into your bones and hurts, not to mention everything else. Just for a minute, he tells himself. He doesn't want to be rude.

"I'm twenty three." He mumbles quietly, as if it will stop everyone fomr acting like he's twelve.