[It sounds wrong hearing his name from this man. He frowns immediately, bristling against the tone. And the words, which rub him the wrong way.]

You want trust?

[It's laughable, the way this man keeps acting like there's ever been trust to give or take. He can understand wanting the distance, but the results are right there between them.]

When you're not about to leave someone in danger by passing out when they might actually need you, I'll take your word for it. You're sick. I know you want to help, but it's about more than just acting tough.

[It's not just for Bucky's sake either. The strategist in him knows what will happen if Bucky keeps up. But, of course, he's got no authority to say anything about it.]

Fine. I'd recommend you talk to someone and get help. Sooner rather than later, if that's convenient for you.

[He sighs, shaking his head.]

Good luck.