"I'm not scandalised. I am old. I'm more than twice your age. But that has nothing to do with-- intimacy things," Bucky insists. Although today, the both of them are a little less irritable. Maybe it's Zemo being more comfortable in his new skin out in the open and being free to enjoy all the perks of not being recognised. Maybe it's Bucky indulging him, or trying to do the same. Even if he will be recognised, they haven't plastered his face all over the news saying he's on the run with his terrorist husband and all his old friends are looking for him. Any illusion that they're not currently together must have been shattered when their names showed up on some marriage register in Vegas. He's not sure whether they think there's still hope for him to just show up and turn Zemo in, or maybe they think it's some kind of trap and are just keeping their distance for now.

"I had a nightmare and-- didn't really. Wasn't in the mood to try. His dumplings..." Bucky lies, flinching and gripping onto Zemo a little tighter. Oeznik has no trouble calling him out and he's used to it by now, he'd never try talking his way out of trouble with Oeznik, but usually Zemo doesn't and lets Bucky get away with the occasional backslide.

"I got you out once. I can do it again," Bucky insists. "I'm not letting them take you away. I won't." Fingers dig into the soft throw until his knuckles turn white.