[John's eyes scan over Pierce, how he's cuffed and gagged... and bearing more injuries than before, by the look of him.

That's not right. Is it right? The doctor's expression shifts to confusion, then uncertainty. He'd been sure something was off. Is this just his own paranoia acting up? Bucky's exhausted. He probably hasn't slept, he's just been running on nothing.]

I...

[John's miscalculated, misread the signs, and now he feels like an idiot.]

I do. I just... sorry. I thought you'd be angrier still. [This doesn't feel right, but there's clear evidence. 'Do you suffer from PTSD?' John shakes his head minutely, blinking a few times.]

Sorry. I think I'm tired, Bucky. You must be, too. Are you gonna be able to sleep?