Well, isn't that progress? Bucky is willingly talking without Zemo doing any digging until he snaps or doing all the talking for them both. He's quiet, actually, letting Bucky take his time to form his own words, to speak without interruption.

He tilts his head in that familiar way though, eyes lingering on Bucky as he reaches out to rest a hand against Bucky's lightly. "Isn't that what we've been doing, James? Sharing our lives, depending on each other?"

It seems that way to him at least. "I'm not asking you to do anything you're not comfortable with..."

And it doesn't-- sound like Bucky is all that comfortable, all of a sudden. After all those very sweet promises earlier too. Zemo goes quiet for a moment, dropping his hand away to give Bucky space. "Nothing will ease that void where my wife and son were. I think I will always feel that loss. It's-- how I imagine losing a limb would be... at times, I wake in the mornings and for a brief second, forget that they're not there. That it wasn't simply a nightmare."

But that said-- "I never planned on-- any of this happening between us, but lately, I have been closer to happy than I have been in a very long time. If not happy, then... content, perhaps. It hasn't been counting down the days, hours, minutes until I can rejoin my lost family as it has been in the past. For any frustration we've had with one another, or any problem, I can't say I've been let down so far. As a matter of fact, I'm not certain I would be in terribly good shape right now, if it wasn't for your company today, James."

He shrugs his shoulders. "You seemed-- to be enjoying yourself today. You seemed to enjoy the role of a husband earlier, at the cafe, with an idea of what that would entail. What happened?"