"Don't worry about it." Bucky waves off the apology as he takes a seat, more or less melting into the chair, because he might not need as much sleep as he used to, but these dreams are just... draining. Emotionally more than physically, but draining.

"Believe me, I don't think training's really high on anyone's list of stuff to do this week."

Even if he's still been trying to keep up with it, as much as he can. It's better to keep his mind occupied, he's found, because sitting around just lets stuff start getting overwhelming and out of control.

Bucky's quiet for a moment, watching Scott sleep before looking back at Stiles. "Were you sleeping alright, before this got started?"