Steve swallows the water greedily, coughing for a moment but then swallowing around it and finishing up the glass. He laughs at the familiar teasing and looks at Bucky as he helps him to lay down on the floor. It's a metal floor but it's warm from the machines that run beneath it. Steve turns his cheek into it but stays so his face is still toward his friend.

"I'd like to talk," he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut. "We don't talk. I'd like to talk. I miss talkin' to you..."

The blinks get longer and his hand flops out, reaching out in Bucky's general direction although not actually reaching for him specifically.

"Can you be here? When I wake up? I know you won't be...But can ya anyways?" Steve doesn't wait for the answer. His eyes are already closing and his body succumbing to the alcohol in his system. It barely takes longer than for him to say the words for him to be unconscious.