Steve examined James and realized that what he'd said had gone right over James head. damn, this was worse than he'd thought. "come on then, Kitchen's this way. oh! you're free to come out of your room anytime you want." he told the other. "your allowed to eat whenever you want, workout, play games, read books, whatever you want. you used to love to read, or play the Viola." he admitted. "i wonder if i still have your Viola?" he mused. "might be in the museum, i'll have to check." he admitted before blinking as Ali went to scamper over to them. "it's okay Ali, you didn't know." Steve promised her, shooting a worried look at Tony as if uncertain how to handle this one. "Bucky? er, James. this is Aliyah, she's three. there's another little girl Jaimie running around too, she's Six. this is Tony, he's in charge of the building." he explained, patting Ali on the head and making a silly face at her before motioning for James to follow him. "this is the kitchen, we mostly keep the food here but i'll have your personal kitchenette decked out too. you'll have to make a list, i'm not sure if you can remember what your favorite foods are." he admitted, looking worried as he offered the massive platter of pancakes and bacon to the other. "Milk? Coffee? Tea? Juice?" Steve offered, feeling nervous now. James wasn't himself and he had no idea how to help him, or interact with him.