[Bucky just pins Steve with a look, a sickly, unimpressed with America's goldenboy kind of look]
...Steve, there's this thing called bedside manner. I don't think you have it.
[he sighs, frustrated - why is he getting sick? He used to hold off colds easier back in New York, because while Steve took ill at the drop of a hat it seemed, Bucky had the good luck to be healthier than an entire herd of horses]
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...Steve, there's this thing called bedside manner. I don't think you have it.
[he sighs, frustrated - why is he getting sick? He used to hold off colds easier back in New York, because while Steve took ill at the drop of a hat it seemed, Bucky had the good luck to be healthier than an entire herd of horses]
Yeah, could you? Thanks.