You just don't appreciate talent when you see it, [He shoots back, trying to hold back a grimace. He's also totally kidding, because yeah, Bucky is never winning awards for art.
You, though, might want to consider a career in it. Or at least doing some shows or something sometime.
Sitting and lying down both seem kind of hard when you're dizzy and your good hand is still gripping your friend's sleeve to keep steady, but he does manage to oh so carefully sit down on the edge of the bed. It still hurts like a bitch, though, and he can't exactly hold back the pained gasp when his ribs let him know that they desperately do not appreciate this.
He squeezes his eyes shut and might go a shade or two paler at the mention of steaks. Sure, this reaction isn't exactly the correct context, but he can't stop the way his stomach turns at that.]
Don't talk about food right now.
[They also seem to have caught the attention of Jack, who is hustling his way over with a bleated "What happened?"]
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You, though, might want to consider a career in it. Or at least doing some shows or something sometime.
Sitting and lying down both seem kind of hard when you're dizzy and your good hand is still gripping your friend's sleeve to keep steady, but he does manage to oh so carefully sit down on the edge of the bed. It still hurts like a bitch, though, and he can't exactly hold back the pained gasp when his ribs let him know that they desperately do not appreciate this.
He squeezes his eyes shut and might go a shade or two paler at the mention of steaks. Sure, this reaction isn't exactly the correct context, but he can't stop the way his stomach turns at that.]
Don't talk about food right now.
[They also seem to have caught the attention of Jack, who is hustling his way over with a bleated "What happened?"]