[ Bucky shakes his head, but when he looks at her again, there's a real smile on his face. It's warm and genuine and even if there's still a hint of the things that haunt him under it, it's not like he's going to let some bleeding, listless despair destroy him. ]

Nah, you're fine. Thanks for sharing that with me.

[ It's personal, he knows, even if it isn't dangerous. Sharing things like that means something to Bucky, especially these days. ]

I used to be like that. Better with people.

[ He turns his head a little, lip twitching. ]

Now I think Steve is. Only took him 70 years to learn.