[There's a huff of laughter at that, an amused snort. Bucky remembered, remembered and took the initiative to save one of his favorites for him. He hopes he didn't actually fight anyone for it. Steve finally leans back, but he keeps one hand on Bucky's shoulder, his grip anchoring him to it.]
It's the thought that counts. [Steve's still smiling, but his eyes are a little bit shiny. He has a question, and he dreads the answer.] How long was I out?
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It's the thought that counts. [Steve's still smiling, but his eyes are a little bit shiny. He has a question, and he dreads the answer.] How long was I out?
[Gone?]