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Steve's maybe felt a little bad that he hasn't been spending more time in B's cabin, but he's pretty sure B would rather not have someone sitting there staring at his coma'd face for overly long periods of time. It's not like Steve had minded at all when B had sat with him, but somehow at the same time, it feels like a weird violation of privacy to do it back. So he's been spending a little time, talking to B's unconscious form while he updates the chart every day, but that's been it.

He certainly can't deny the abrupt rush of relief when he gets the text from B's communicator. Good timing, if nothing else.

More on the casual side, but I don't let that stop you from dressing however you want.

And also, Glad you're up.

Which doesn't seem to convey said relief nearly well enough, but that's text for you.

Jeans and combat boots it is. Maybe I'll scrounge up a decent jacket though.

He nurses his coffee a moment and considers the second text, and how to respond to it. He goes with: Me too. And then finally, Thanks for checking on me.

Sounds perfect.

Yeah, of course. I didn't want you to wake up and not realize. You missed a flood, but I'm still not quite sure what it was about.

Oh - and Lark said the Admiral wasn't able to restock the kitchen supplies. Doesn't sound like an emergency yet.[But Steve's been trying to keep his meals down to something more normal human-sized, just in case.]

Yeah I'm seeing that. I got the Admiral's original message, too. Guess it's back to rationing. Yuck.

Guess who's getting caught up on posts he's missed while he was out? This guy.

Not sorry I missed the flood. Sounds like a lot of people got to be assholes.

What, you don't miss Ritz cracker apple pies? Annie kind of wants to try one.

Yeah, it was a weird one. I think it missed me, although maybe I wouldn't know if it hadn't.

I think you'd know after the fact once you got back to normal wouldn't you? Anyway it doesn't look like you were making an idiot of yourself on the network, at least.

He tries to remember Ritz cracker apple pies. Apparently that's one of a handful of things that hasn't come back yet.

is a cracker apple pie any good?

You'd think, but I guess I never can be sure.

Yeah, actually. I mean, it's more like applesauce pie, if you ask me, but it'll do. Hell, it's got more calories, too.

I guess when you show it to Annie you'd better save some for me. I won't say no to more calories. Especially if we're rationing. Better get the biggest bang for our buck, right?

Hell, I'm sure she'd want you to be there when she tries it. And I bet Godric wouldn't mind if I used his kitchen to make it.

Maybe you could find a board game to bring. [Many birds, one stone, right?

... Actually,] Do you know what a Rubik's Cube is?

Yeah, Stark always seemed to have one in the common room at the Avengers compound. Barton would get frustrated with it at and lob it across the room at least once a week. I always thought it was rubix.

I guess I don't know how it's spelled. Annie and Godric want to give me one, see if I can solve it. They made it sound pretty hard.

Guess I never found it in our compound.

Maybe Stark didn't have one in your compound. Who knows what little shit I changed just by being there.

Honestly I don't know how it's spelled either. But if they give you one, I definitely want to see you try and solve it though. See if you beat Barton's record for throwing it.

Maybe not. Who knows.

I'm not sure whether that's a record I want to beat or not. I do bet I could throw it harder and farther, though.

Yeah pal you probably would

Do you and Annie need any help with the party? Got someone letting you into the Enclosure and all?

I think we're set, but if you wanted to come early, don't let me turn you away.

You've got a bit of time to get your hair just right, though, pal. Don't worry if you need it.

My hair's too short to worry about getting it just right Steve

[Not that he hasn't fussed with it sometimes, anyway. Or had bad hair mornings. Mostly, though, he leaves it alone. That's why he hopped it all off, to begin with.]

Might take a while to pick the right jacket though. I don't got a lot of nice clothes in here, might need to go to the wardrobe, ugh

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Yeah, somehow that never seemed to stop you in 1939.

Well, I guess that is what it's for. I'm sure it's got something.

Can you manage on your own?

[It's partly a tease - but partly an actual question. He's mostly sure B's over the overload he used to feel when faced with too many decisions, but it seems kindest to check in a roundabout way.]

Pretty sure it's even shorter now than 1939.

[He winces at the last one, and considers just how embarrassed he ought to be at how obvious his problem with places like the wardrobe had been, back in the day.]

I'll be fine. Unless that was a thinly veiled request to come along because you missed me in which case I absolutely need your help

Pretty sure you're talented enough to find a way.

[Not embarrassed at all, in Steve's opinion - which is, admittedly, somewhat biased.

And then he spends several minutes waffling between the warring desires of wanting to see B up and moving, and not wanting to be breathing down his neck when B feels like no time has passed at all.]

I mean, only if you think you can trust my fashion advice.

[Aw Steve. Good thing B kinda wants to see you, too.]

Not one bit but it might be funny to see what you suggest. Meet me down there in about 20?

Well now I'll have to find you something outrageous.

I'll be there.

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