[ Steve nods at the negative, a contained but empathetic gesture. He knows he'd gone back earlier than most (there it is again, 'back'), and it hadn't been so he could pay off his mortgage. ]

Probably shouldn't. I still have classes later.

[ Which should answer that, except it makes a line of thought — pensive recollection — form between his brows. There's a lot more he understands in general now, though the specifics are slower to come. This isn't one of them, and what he remembers makes something drawn and weary settle in his expression. ] Doesn't do much for me anyway, [ he says, then huffs a laugh. ] So, sure. Why not. Looks like I missed Bucky anyway.