Mine was supposed to get one before... [ Vague gesture at the horizon. He eases back down so he's sitting again, contemplating how to answer that, trying to keep bleakness from his face and voice. ]

Bucky - my Bucky - he's here. But he's... well. He's got the arm, and the hair. And he doesn't.... [How much do they have in common, these two versions of James, and how much should Steve say?] He's not doing very well.