Bucky likes it. A lot. He's pretty sure Zemo knows. But he doesn't think Zemo does, and he doesn't want to sound so discouraging of them pursuing a fix or a cure. So he just frowns and shakes his head.

"They're okay. Still figuring them out." But it's kind of hard to deny that Bucky has been... more relaxed? Or comfortable? Almost? Around Zemo since the changes. He would argue that Zemo is harder to recognise in public, but it's probably more than that. He hasn't really figured out his own feelings about when he's rolling around in bed with men or women or, whatever. Aliens. It's the same Zemo, and it's the same Bucky, so it shouldn't be different. But he is, somehow.

"I like you, whatever you look and feel like," he reaffirms, even though that wasn't exactly the question.