Zemo weighs pointing out again that Bucky is acting... strangely towards him. The kiss to the forehead, the way his fingers play through his hair. But it won't solve much in the end beyond making Bucky tense and self-conscious. Besides, they have so much else on their plate right now... is it really worth making a fuss over this particular thing?

Still, he lets out a sigh as he tips his head in against it's rested comfortably on Bucky's chest. They both know why they can't leave them alone, and it feels morbid to ask Bucky if he will still want him even when they're both put in a cell.

There is a soft chuckle that leaves him at Bucky's insistence. "I would hope I am at least better company."

He understands his point though. "Although I feel like you are questioning my taste in partners, James... I did very willingly marry you." Although he was drunk, admittedly.