[Steve snorts a little, but Bucky's not exactly wrong. Most fights had involved punches to the face, maybe in part because Steve's face had been within easy reach at shoulder-level for most full-grown guys. At least these days, people have to work a little harder to get him in the head - and his head's harder, too.
Not that he hasn't always had a hard head, at least figuratively. Sheer stubbornness has seen him through a lot. He doesn't plan to give up that technique anytime soon, either.] I would know - so I know it's gonna take a couple of days to clear up.
[And you don't have to go pretending you're fine in the meantime. Steve still thinks Bucky's hiding a lot, but at least he's not hiding everything. Besides, Steve's hiding some, too, because he's got a hunch, based on how well painkillers work for him (which is to say, not at all, unless they're dosed for a pack of elephants), but he can't say a damn thing, so the best he can do is try to give Bucky as many outs as he can.
Which includes trying to slide on the bed without making him move at all, but that doesn't quite work and he tries to hide the wince as Bucky looks less than comfortable, at least while he's trying to find a good spot. But he does sort of appreciate not being in danger of falling off the bed; he'll also promise no elbows to the ribs. There's more room on here than anything else they've shared. Steve's suddenly glad he opted for something bigger than a twin - because it probably sounds ridiculous, but that's all he'd ever had, and it's what he'd considered getting, pushing six-foot-two or not. Now he's really, really glad he splurged on something bigger, even if it felt ridiculous to him to have so much damn space to sleep.
He does laugh quietly, though, shrugging with the shoulder that's not settled into the mattress.] Like you're ever good company? [But he's teasing.] Buck, it's fine. Being laid up's the worst, and I know it. You're just not used to it - and I promise, being used to it doesn't make it better, anyway.
You'll be back up on your feet before you know it. [He'd believe that, anyway, even without what he already knows.] Sometimes I wonder how the Admiral expects us to get anything done, with all this other... stuff going on. Although I guess there's something to be said for character-building under adversity.
[He sounds wry, because come on, if you consider character-building under adversity, he and Bucky should be overflowing with character.]
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Not that he hasn't always had a hard head, at least figuratively. Sheer stubbornness has seen him through a lot. He doesn't plan to give up that technique anytime soon, either.] I would know - so I know it's gonna take a couple of days to clear up.
[And you don't have to go pretending you're fine in the meantime. Steve still thinks Bucky's hiding a lot, but at least he's not hiding everything. Besides, Steve's hiding some, too, because he's got a hunch, based on how well painkillers work for him (which is to say, not at all, unless they're dosed for a pack of elephants), but he can't say a damn thing, so the best he can do is try to give Bucky as many outs as he can.
Which includes trying to slide on the bed without making him move at all, but that doesn't quite work and he tries to hide the wince as Bucky looks less than comfortable, at least while he's trying to find a good spot. But he does sort of appreciate not being in danger of falling off the bed; he'll also promise no elbows to the ribs. There's more room on here than anything else they've shared. Steve's suddenly glad he opted for something bigger than a twin - because it probably sounds ridiculous, but that's all he'd ever had, and it's what he'd considered getting, pushing six-foot-two or not. Now he's really, really glad he splurged on something bigger, even if it felt ridiculous to him to have so much damn space to sleep.
He does laugh quietly, though, shrugging with the shoulder that's not settled into the mattress.] Like you're ever good company? [But he's teasing.] Buck, it's fine. Being laid up's the worst, and I know it. You're just not used to it - and I promise, being used to it doesn't make it better, anyway.
You'll be back up on your feet before you know it. [He'd believe that, anyway, even without what he already knows.] Sometimes I wonder how the Admiral expects us to get anything done, with all this other... stuff going on. Although I guess there's something to be said for character-building under adversity.
[He sounds wry, because come on, if you consider character-building under adversity, he and Bucky should be overflowing with character.]