It was a little hard for Steve not to notice the posters on the walls - all of them - but he stayed silent. This was Bucky's private room, after all, and he hadn't expected to be dragging Captain America into it, he suspected. Okay, some of those posters were a little... well, Steve's past as an Army captain had been filled with guys' tents featuring half-naked women. The half-naked men in a guy's room was a little new.
Still, he managed to keep his expression neutral as he watched Bucky maneuver into the bed. He was just about to take a seat in the chair when Bucky sat up again, startling Steve a little. But - oh, yeah, he could relate. He still had a hard time, sleeping on a bed, even after a couple of years of living in relative luxury. He had been about to offer Bucky the cot - but actually, by the time he managed to open his mouth, Bucky had made himself a nice little nest on the floor and all but passed out.
Steve couldn't help but smile, just a little - yeah, it was sort of a familiar sight, although he did realize that it meant Bucky had been through so much... it would take a lot of time to undo. Maybe some of it couldn't be undone. The arm definitely couldn't. But hopefully Bucky would stop feeling so wrong, being back home, being around people. Even if it took time... Steve was sure he'd pull through, in that respect.
Once he was sure Bucky was asleep, he moved, going to check on the sleeping form, pulling the blanket up a little, making sure the oxygen line was secure and wasn't going to tangle. He eyed the cot, but he was a little worried that if he laid down on it... he'd be out, in a heavy sleep sense, and he didn't want that. So instead, he moved to sit on the floor next to Bucky, his back to the bed, body in a ready position, and let himself doze.
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Still, he managed to keep his expression neutral as he watched Bucky maneuver into the bed. He was just about to take a seat in the chair when Bucky sat up again, startling Steve a little. But - oh, yeah, he could relate. He still had a hard time, sleeping on a bed, even after a couple of years of living in relative luxury. He had been about to offer Bucky the cot - but actually, by the time he managed to open his mouth, Bucky had made himself a nice little nest on the floor and all but passed out.
Steve couldn't help but smile, just a little - yeah, it was sort of a familiar sight, although he did realize that it meant Bucky had been through so much... it would take a lot of time to undo. Maybe some of it couldn't be undone. The arm definitely couldn't. But hopefully Bucky would stop feeling so wrong, being back home, being around people. Even if it took time... Steve was sure he'd pull through, in that respect.
Once he was sure Bucky was asleep, he moved, going to check on the sleeping form, pulling the blanket up a little, making sure the oxygen line was secure and wasn't going to tangle. He eyed the cot, but he was a little worried that if he laid down on it... he'd be out, in a heavy sleep sense, and he didn't want that. So instead, he moved to sit on the floor next to Bucky, his back to the bed, body in a ready position, and let himself doze.