Zemo is about to point out that a joint shower isn't especially an invitation to touch, or maybe he's contemplating cutting off this conversation entirely. It's not appropriate, in the middle of a store where people can overhear and Zemo isn't one to wear his feelings on his sleeves in any real way. At least not the ones that leave him feeling exposed and vulnerable, or weak in any sense of the word.
But Bucky seems sincere, and he seems bothered. It isn't a surprise -- he woke up entirely remade into a weapon, changed in ways that had to have been like living through a horror. Zemo can't say this hurt him at all, but someone out there still did this to him, still changed him in invasive ways.
Logically, you can always understand how awful it must be to have that happen. But to actually understand it on some level, to have experienced it? Maybe Zemo is getting more of an understanding than just reading a book or looking through files can give.
"I'm... not certain if I've shown my appreciation properly today," he admits after a moment. He's been stressed and torn between finding a solution out there somewhere and hoping any moment, he'll wake up properly and he'll be back to normal, and not knowing how to find a solution at all. Not knowing why this happened or how isn't helping either, Bucky is right.
This isn't the place to have this conversation, but it is happening. So all Zemo can do is tuck himself in a little closer to Bucky, bring up a hand to brush over the side of his face carefully as he lowers his voice. "I'm not happy with any of this either, but-- if we must call your contacts, then we'll need to leave Wyoming again. They may not want trouble, but I would rather them not know where we truly are all the same. I may have to tolerate being like this for a while if that's the case. That is why I want to pick up more than a days' worth of clothing."
He pauses before meeting Bucky's eyes. "Even when I've been returned to prison, that home is yours for as long as you wish it, so I would rather keep it safe."
A shrug before he tries to lighten the mood-- "As for touching... you are the only one who could succeed right now, but we will see how the night goes for that."
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But Bucky seems sincere, and he seems bothered. It isn't a surprise -- he woke up entirely remade into a weapon, changed in ways that had to have been like living through a horror. Zemo can't say this hurt him at all, but someone out there still did this to him, still changed him in invasive ways.
Logically, you can always understand how awful it must be to have that happen. But to actually understand it on some level, to have experienced it? Maybe Zemo is getting more of an understanding than just reading a book or looking through files can give.
"I'm... not certain if I've shown my appreciation properly today," he admits after a moment. He's been stressed and torn between finding a solution out there somewhere and hoping any moment, he'll wake up properly and he'll be back to normal, and not knowing how to find a solution at all. Not knowing why this happened or how isn't helping either, Bucky is right.
This isn't the place to have this conversation, but it is happening. So all Zemo can do is tuck himself in a little closer to Bucky, bring up a hand to brush over the side of his face carefully as he lowers his voice. "I'm not happy with any of this either, but-- if we must call your contacts, then we'll need to leave Wyoming again. They may not want trouble, but I would rather them not know where we truly are all the same. I may have to tolerate being like this for a while if that's the case. That is why I want to pick up more than a days' worth of clothing."
He pauses before meeting Bucky's eyes. "Even when I've been returned to prison, that home is yours for as long as you wish it, so I would rather keep it safe."
A shrug before he tries to lighten the mood-- "As for touching... you are the only one who could succeed right now, but we will see how the night goes for that."