"I've decided I'd rather not be one with the bed anymore," Bucky answers dryly, with a small smile. He places his hand down on the arm of the chair so he can help himself out of the chair. Sitting down was easy enough, it was the muscles used to get back up that made things still a bit of a challenge. Doing everything else with one arm was even more of one, but finally moving easier helped. "I got some coffee in the pot, you want some?"

Gesturing inside, he leads the way, unless Raylan was just popping by for a short visit.