"I'm fine. I'm comfortable. Seems cozier than before." More than fine really and he actually doesn't need the spare blanket over him right now, the apartment itself was warm enough. That was another thing he liked about modern day home improvements; central temperature control, that could even control humidity or filter out dust and other allergens. The last was especially important right now with his lungs working the way they did, over sensitive to almost everything. "And you don't really want me laying on you; I might be lighter now but I'm all skin and bones right now which will dig into you uncomfortably."

This was said in a matter-of-fact voice. There was no need for shame or modesty here; Bucky knows exactly what he looks like right now. He knows himself, both the post-serum and pre-serum.