[SHUSH he's being perfectly friendly. Nothing he wouldn't say to any friend of his. Which, granted, isn't saying much. If he's having a hard time not to keep smiling, well. Art's awake, Asami's awake, Emma's awake, the blizzard is over - makes sense to be happy, right?]
God, if even you're sayin' it's terrible, I'm not sure I wanna imagine just how bad it is. [He makes a face, because unfortunately, he has zero trouble imagining it, and strangely enough? this is what gives him the second "I wish we'd have been from the same world and time" moment between the two of them, because as well as he can see Art, leaning on his hand, a cup of over-sweetened coffee on his table and piles of papers that used to be organized, hours ago... as well he can see how he'd poke his head in the room, joke about a thing or two and eventually drag Art out of his office, because someone needs to look after his health, and clearly he's not doing a good job of it himself.
... well. Clearly. But as Art doesn't seem to be speaking in the past tense, neither is Bucky calling any attention to it, aside from the brief shadow that crosses his expression.]
Guess we better be damn grateful we don't have a force for you to join here.