one;
[As much as Bucky might wish the sight of Steve shivering cold isn't all too familiar to him... well. They might as well be back in Brooklyn, in their small apartment, heater broken yet again during the winter, Steve sick and cold in bed--
but at least that isn't the case. At least they've got proper blankets and fires here, and he doesn't have to fear every waking moment that Steve's immune system is finally going to give up entirely.]
Steve? You ain't lookin' so good. [Despite the lightness of his words, he still practically radiates concern.]