New as their friendship was, Steve was relieved but unsurprised when Sam reacted with little fanfare to what was (and what was going to continue to be) one hell of a left turn in his day. "Yeah." He pointed down the hallway in the direction he had been headed before he had caught sight of the other man, "My room's not far from here, we can drop it there for now."

His friend's earlier words echoed back to him for a second as he lead the way toward his room, "There is actually a place around here that serves brandy, but I'm about fifty percent sure that if anyone there is drinking and plotting our grisly ends, it'd be more the rogue agent or bad guy from outer space type." He tipped his head with something of a smile, "You know how it is."

Only the uncertainty of whether or not he could trust the door back to their world not to lock him out had kept him from searching out Sam in D.C. right after he'd arrived back and run immediately into Natasha. The fact that time didn't seem to pass on the other side no matter how much he spent in the hotel had kept that option open, but...well, he'd gotten sidetracked.