Rumlow's right, he guesses. Considering he can't even remember how he lost his arm, the incident must've been real bad - bad enough that maybe he's lucky all he lost was just a single limb. Guy has a way of putting it into perspective.
Grunting an "uh huh" under his breath, James reaches for the carrot cake without thinking about it, his nose crinkling at the idea he'll have to choke it down instead of making Rumlow his human garbage disposal...but annoyingly enough, Rumlow's right there too. Calories are calories and he needs that to heal. Anyway, the hospital's probably got this whole meal plan optimized for nutritional value. Sighing, James leans back against his pillows, struggling to unwrap the plastic-wrap around his cutlery because for all the detail HYDRA put into this exercise, someone forgot that he'll be one-handed for it and that he'll actually be eating like a normal person.
Still fighting with the plastic utensil bag, James resorts to clamping it between his teeth, speaking out the corner of his mouth that's been wiped clean of any drool or Rumlow's cum from the other day. "How long are you staying? They said I could leave today with the right clearance, so..."
Does James sound hopeful? So sue him, maybe he does. He hasn't seen Rumlow in forever, they've got serious catching up to do, and maybe he's getting stir-crazy lying in bed when he feels like he could stand. If anyone could pull some strings, get him an early discharge, it'd be Rumlow. Besides...he doesn't want Rumlow looking at him like he'd break just because he scarfed down some meat loaf.
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Grunting an "uh huh" under his breath, James reaches for the carrot cake without thinking about it, his nose crinkling at the idea he'll have to choke it down instead of making Rumlow his human garbage disposal...but annoyingly enough, Rumlow's right there too. Calories are calories and he needs that to heal. Anyway, the hospital's probably got this whole meal plan optimized for nutritional value. Sighing, James leans back against his pillows, struggling to unwrap the plastic-wrap around his cutlery because for all the detail HYDRA put into this exercise, someone forgot that he'll be one-handed for it and that he'll actually be eating like a normal person.
Still fighting with the plastic utensil bag, James resorts to clamping it between his teeth, speaking out the corner of his mouth that's been wiped clean of any drool or Rumlow's cum from the other day. "How long are you staying? They said I could leave today with the right clearance, so..."
Does James sound hopeful? So sue him, maybe he does. He hasn't seen Rumlow in forever, they've got serious catching up to do, and maybe he's getting stir-crazy lying in bed when he feels like he could stand. If anyone could pull some strings, get him an early discharge, it'd be Rumlow. Besides...he doesn't want Rumlow looking at him like he'd break just because he scarfed down some meat loaf.