A very firm no is on the tip of his tongue. Bucky can't imply he's-- weak, somehow and then expect to flop all over him. He stops himself short from saying it, even if he's still rather unhappy with the confusing signals Bucky is giving off. Maybe he's just frustrated that this-- has changed things.

It's not very comforting, not knowing your own body anymore, and it's bad for Zemo to not really have any idea of plans or ways to stay steps ahead.

But he gives a silent, brief nod yes before he comes back to bed to slide under the covers. Fine, he can stay and-- hold him. If that's what he wants.

"Hopefully you don't assume I'm weak or too different for allowing it," comes the grumbling reply. Maybe it's a bit unfair of him, really. But Zemo figures it will be... better after some rest. Hopefully.