Bucky isn't bothered by the fact that Steve sleeps for six hours. He occupies himself with job-searching on the Internet, trying to find something solid where he can work from home, preferably. He applies for a couple positions and then shuts down his laptop, grabbing a Dean Koontz book off his bookshelf and taking to the couch, lying down and settling himself into it, almost finished by the time he hears movement from the back of the apartment.
He dog-ears the page and sits up, gaze locking on Steve the moment the other emerges from the hallway. His face has re-gained the color it had lost, and the cut on his face is almost gone. It's kind of incredible, which...yeah. He rises to his feet, dropping his book on the sofa.
"You needed the rest," he tells him honestly, voice firm.
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Date: 2019-11-15 05:24 pm (UTC)He dog-ears the page and sits up, gaze locking on Steve the moment the other emerges from the hallway. His face has re-gained the color it had lost, and the cut on his face is almost gone. It's kind of incredible, which...yeah. He rises to his feet, dropping his book on the sofa.
"You needed the rest," he tells him honestly, voice firm.