[He covers his mouth with the tissue for a moment, sighing. This must be how Steve feels all the time. It feels bad being sick, not just physically, but also wondering how much trouble you are to the person you love most, how tired they get from taking care of you, how tired they get of worrying. Bucky doesns't mind it one bit when it's him, and he knows Steve doesn't either. But it's rough.]

Alright. [Bucky smiles weakly at him.] But I wanna seem them gams later. You know I'm a leg man.

[He ruffles Steve's hair, an affectionate gesture in place of the usual kiss.]

Now how about that soup? I wanna eat some before my nose stops up and I can't smell it.