Zemo browses with a sort of interest that has him pausing to sniff at a candle or two before he finds the throws and decides on just the one he likes. He can't quite help but notice the way Bucky seems to go quiet after the our bed remark rather than come back with anything.

"Is everything okay, James?" He ventures after a moment, casual as he's capable of being. All of this is quite an adjustment, to both of them. Trying to figure out how to proceed from here, what to do next...