That smell, particularly of the bacon, is more than enough to rouse David out of his sleep. It happens slowly, though, and he doesn't cough himself awake like usual. The first thing he registers is the soft light of the morning peeking in through the blinds of the hospital room, but then the smell, something greasy with a hint of sweetness, wakes him up the rest of the way.

He's not sure who to expect, but when he spots James, he smiles instantly.

James or Bucky? His cousin who may not actually be his cousin goes by Bucky, so for the moment it's still easier to think of him as James. He's got a whole set of memories, fake or not, that consist of calling him James.

While David is relatively certain that this life is nothing more than a farce, he's been worried that he's made up this other set of memories because it offers him a better chance than he'll ever have here. He and James have both experienced it, though, which lends it all some more weight.

"Hey," he greets quietly, then stretches. "I'm really sick of this bed. What do you say we share that food and then you break me out of here?" It would have been out of the question before, but right now it seems completely reasonable.