He didn't like the idea of projecting dreams. Not at all. That actually made him scowl as he thought about it. Time to not sleep. For DAYS. Because it would not be SAFE for others if he dreamed and it all came to life. It should be clear to Steve that his mind went right there. That if this is projected onto this world, if anything in HIS head could harm others, he'd be really upset.

"I don't like it." He said bluntly, glancing around now like the entire place offended him. "The things inside my head aren't... they can't be brought out." He's a monster. What if that showed?

He stepped further away from where they were at, but still walking enough to keep an eye on Rogers. He can come hunting with him, if he wanted.

"Meanwhile I was that stray mutt that adopted the small dumb dog as his own, huh. That's how that happened, isn't it?" How... did they meet. He's not even sure or positive, but he's curious. "Why... do I know you? Explain that."