[ As Bucky settles down he tears open the box, digging around for the strawberry filling bars and the apple cinnamon one for himself. Tosses two to Bucky with a tired grin, and starts adjusting the other pillow so that he can rest on the floor next to him, shifting his own injured leg until he's got it half bent at the knee, his ankle resting beneath to prop his calf a few inches up from the ground. Leans back with a long exhale, a wry smile still faintly tugging at one corner of his lips that doesn't completely reach his eyes before they close. The back of his head thumps lightly against the wall. ]
Can these things set alarms? [ Asking about the brain internet device. ] Don't wanna sleep past oh-seven hundred.
[ A little less than an hour and a half.
He knows they both need more rest than that, but there's nothing to do for it. They got some sleep during the night, at least, before everything went to hell.
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Can these things set alarms? [ Asking about the brain internet device. ] Don't wanna sleep past oh-seven hundred.
[ A little less than an hour and a half.
He knows they both need more rest than that, but there's nothing to do for it. They got some sleep during the night, at least, before everything went to hell.
He's getting flashbacks of New York. ]