Bucky takes a long drag from his own bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand once he's downed about half of it. After working outside for the better part of the afternoon, a drink's more than called for, even if this one's on the warm side.

"How you holding up?" he asks after a prolonged moment. It's not a question he asks too often out of desire to not have to lie should the same one fall to him, but given the events of the past few weeks, it seems a necessary talking point.