"That's good." Resting his chin against his loose fist, he studies Zemo from across the table and flashes him a somewhat relaxed, wide smile. They haven't really been able to just go out like this and-- well, Bucky's always going to be checking over his shoulder and looking around, and he suspects Zemo will too. You can't ever shake that kind of paranoia off once you start living this kind of life. But they don't have to be on high alert all the time and just enjoy each other's company almost as much as they can do from the safety and privacy of their secret home. This really is the best they can hope for.

"Is it the clothes shopping or the hiding in plain sight or...?" Look at Bucky go, making slightly-larger-than-small talk without being prompted to. He tried to stay positive, he drove today, he's even taking the initiative - someone buy a lottery ticket.