"Yes, well--" Zemo gives a shrug of his shoulders before he reaches across the table to brush his fingertips over the bandage. "Do try to avoid doing that again and I won't have to fuss."

Or have to redo stitches again. Lesson learned about keeping his hands to himself in tiny little beds, at least.

"Those are things we typically can't afford to do often... outside of our home at least." Relaxing, taking anything easy. He's only able to relax a bit at the moment because he's rather sure no one is looking at him and seeing Zemo.

There's a teasing smile that graces his lips as he puts his coffee aside, empty now. "Earlier, you called me Helmut."