"Right," Steve said slowly - processing dinner first, then realizing that it must have been far longer than four hours, smiling dryly up at Sam. He shouldn't have been surprised, really - Sam knew him pretty well, by now, and he also knew when Steve didn't know best. Even if Steve had a hard time admitting that, sometimes. (But only when it came to taking care of himself.)

"Dinner... sounds pretty good," he said, pushing himself off the bed and looking relieved at the mention of Bucky. "Thank you for that - for checking on him," he said softly. "I appreciate that." And he was also glad to hear that he seemed to be himself.