Steve grumbles a little but that only lasts until he's laying down. Bucky's bed feels like heaven after that long fight. He turns, face pressed into the pillow, inhaling the scent of the other man that clings to it. It's nice. Comforting, in a way. He exhales and looks up at the question, almost bleary already.

"Meds? No. Don't work. Just need some time."

He pauses and looks at the bed and then back at Bucky. His cheeks are pink but Steve still really regrets their lost date. Still really wants to get to know this man better.

He scoots a little closer to the edge.

"We can talk a bit, still. If you wanted to? I am sure I can keep my eyes open for a bit."