"Huh. That's remarkable," he nodded. He gave a short series of coughs, but it didn't last long or have the dramatic effect on him it had had earlier in the week. It made his head thump, but there was no fainting fit or vomiting to follow it. He composed himself again before long.
It did mean that he missed any look on Bucky's face.
"I'm sorry," he said simply, giving him a sympathetic smile. He understood only too well, considering his own son was at home waiting for his father. The difference was it had only been a matter of weeks for Hamilton. "How old was she when you left?"