"We're going to dinner later, yes?" If married people want to stay married, they certainly do date once in a while... not that they're technically-- married. Not like that. But still, it sounds nice to dress up a bit, go to dinner like they aren't wanted anywhere at all.

"It's not that I dislike you looking at me, but it was a bit... much this morning." Perhaps he hadn't handled it well, between the yelling about changes and seeing what happened to his own body. Normally, that unnerving stare is something he can tolerate - hardly notices anymore. He breathes out a sigh before he turns his attention to Bucky.

He's maybe been a bit too defensive today, too suspicious.

"Apologies," he murmurs before he starts towards the shoe section of the store. "I feel like things have been out of my control lately and it isn't a feeling I do well with... this was the tipping point. So I'm not certain I'm okay at all, but-- I want to try to enjoy this day as much as possible."

He makes a line for the boots, focusing his attention on those, trying to decide what size he may need now, which style. "And I would like to enjoy it with you, James. We may not get another opportunity."