"No one carries nickels anymore. Cash is old fashioned." He sighs and opens his eyes staring up at the ceiling for a moment before he looks over at Bucky.

"You shouldn't let me interrupt your writing. I know it's important." Steve's seen him do it every night without fail. Sometimes for a long time. Sometimes it's just a short scribble. He's never asked what Bucky's writing, just watched.

He's not restless like before but sometimes this happened. Steve's thoughts just kept going. Insomnia they called it. It was annoying when it struck.