[ Even if it hurt, he nodded his head, arms folding against his chest. For all intents and purposes a way to shield himself without actually having the shield with him. He felt so out of sorts without it and the way Bucky kept looking at him didn't help much with feeling off blanced.

So much of his reckless behavior circled back to the loss of Bucky but no one really connected those dots too closely. ]

Okay. You let me know when you work it out. [ He offered a small but rather tight smile. ] If you need any help, you'll know where to find me. Doesn't look like either of us is going anywhere anytime soon. [ Letting out a slow breath, he dropped his arms to rest at his sides. ] I'm just glad you're -- okay. You look -- [ less haunted - like home - like every warm feeling I've ever had - but he settled with: ] good.