The sight of Bucky's room had Steve's brow shooting up. It was taking him back to their youthful days, even if sometimes they weren't the best with how sick he got at times. But these were the better memories coming to mind and Steve cracked a smile. "I'm empty handed. I should have brought more pillows or something."
He moved in further and settled himself on the cushy mass across from Bucky. This was purposeful. It wasn't that he wanted to give the other space; Steve wanted to be able to observe him properly to work on his drawing. Sure, he had a thousand and one references of Bucky in his mind, but that was nothing compared to the real one sitting in front of him.
Trying not to completely stare right off the bat, Steve scratched his beard as he spoke and eyed one of the blankets. "It's too bad they have audiobooks done of the Hobbit. You could have done those."