"You seem different." But Bucky's not sure how to explain that difference. It's not just a physical thing. Those differences are more obvious and easy to pick up on. He's definitely not commenting on the sexy thing even if Zemo's found some new and interesting ways to get Bucky to blush already.

"Maybe you're just. A little more relaxed," Bucky dismisses with a small tight-lipped smile before he finishes the rest of his coffee and sets his empty cup down, licking and chewing on his lips. "Or maybe it's just enough time's passed since I sliced my hand open that you're not fussing anymore," he jokes self-depreciatingly.

Come to think of it, he's been having more and more dreamless nights, spoon or no spoon, and he's not sure if it can be wholly attributed to some kind of healing process.

"Relaxing and taking it easy are a good look on you." It might sound a little hypocritical, perhaps, but he's never had such lofty goals for himself.