"I feel really bad about what happened tonight," Bucky says as he rolls over to face Steve's bed on the opposite wall.
"She's not mad. Now go to sleep Buck," Steve replies groggily.
A minute passes in silence then Bucky says, "We should rethink seating arrangements. I need to sit by the left arm of the couch. Maybe Clint will switch with me."
"Don't count on it. I've never seen him sit anywhere else," Steve murmurs.
"You'll share the loveseat with me, won't you?" Bucky snuggles farther down under his blankets.
"I can't wait for your room to be finished."
"What?"
"You keep me awake. I just want to go to sleep," Steve turns his back to his friend and faces the wall.
"Will you answer my question? Then I'll leave you alone."
"Fine. You can sit with me on the loveseat next time we watch a movie. It's like eleven o'clock."
"Closer to one," Bucky replies as he lays on his back and stares at the ceiling.
"Good night Bucky."
"G'night Steve."