[That definitely earns Art a knowing look, like Bucky can guess exactly why he's turning the sentiment to everyone in general, why Art won't allow that wish for only himself. But then, it's not like he expected Art to react any differently... and as annoying as the lack of esteem he has for himself is, it inexplicably makes Bucky feel something akin to fondness.
He shakes his head, perhaps more to himself, like the physical movement could dispel the strange feeling, and looks at the road in front of them.]
... Yeah. Me too. [Everyone here deserves a break, that's for sure. And speaking of a break...]
You gotta be hungry after sleepin' all that time. We finally got all the places sellin' food back, I say we take advantage of that. [He's not sure which is the main reason at the forefront of his mind when the words come out of his mouth: concern over Art's already abysmal eating habits been made worse by his involuntary fasting, or the fact that they're already close to the hotel and somehow that seems less than appealing to him.