Sort of getting there. But not all the way. Steve's mind moved so fast, to Bucky and to baseball and then back to Tony and everything almost so fast he couldn't process it all. Just that he was standing there in a tshirt so big it had fallen off one shoulder and yes he needed a sweater.
Which he took from Tony and climbed into, the warm of it something he was instantly grateful for. Good. Warm. Tony knew him, knew he needed medicine and that took a little pressure off. Steve knew sometimes there was no money for medicine and he had to make do how he could. So knowing there was some that made it better.
He followed Tony into the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of the tub and swinging his skinny legs. the wheezing was getting worse but Steve still smiled up at him. He was so impressive and Steve looked at the light coming through his clothing. "That's real pretty, Tony," Steve told him quietly. "What is it?"