Clearly Bucky's not in the running to be the world's best husband at the moment. He does want Zemo to talk but he doesn't know what to say in response. He's either abrasive or dismissive or not responsive enough or just-- been alone for too long that doing anything more than just listening and observing is a surefire way to get in trouble.
He watches Zemo get dressed and his frown deepens. For a moment he thinks maybe he should slink back to his own room and curl up on the floorboards. But then he's not sure if that is going to be worse than just lying here. He doesn't think it would be good for Zemo to be alone through this.
"Can I-- hold you tonight? At least?" He's not trying his luck, he just wants Zemo to let him be protective without Zemo feeling like Bucky thinks he's so fragile.
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.
"No. It's for me." That's-- not even what Bucky said, but he has a feeling he's already said something wrong and saying more is just going to dig that hole deeper and worsen the misunderstanding. "I'd feel more at ease." Like he was... doing a better job at being a guard dog, even though Zemo never asked it of him, never accused him of failing anything when this all happened.
"Thanks," he adds quietly. There's an apology in there somewhere, between Bucky falling silent not wanting to be construed as being patronising and a comforting, repetitive rubbing on Zemo's arm.
He's started to get used to a bed but he still generally prefers to sleep on his own sliver of the mattress, untouched, undisturbed, left alone to let his nightmares fester. He gets that it's hard for Zemo or Oeznik to watch, but they seem to know to leave him be. Coaxing Zemo to go to sleep cuddling is going to be a challenge, but at least Bucky's not shying away from it for now.
"I'm only allowing it because I know you would enjoy being made to sleep on the floor too much," Zemo grumbles. It's not true exactly. Not with the way that he shifts back and fits himself back against Bucky. If it's any indication, Zemo finds it just as comforting, just as soothing after the very confusing day they've had.
He lets out a sigh, eyes drifting shut after a moment.
There's a sigh as he curls his legs up a bit, closes his eyes. "... I am glad we went out today."
Whatever happens tomorrow. They at least had a nice day, didn't they? Or at least Zemo hopes.
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He watches Zemo get dressed and his frown deepens. For a moment he thinks maybe he should slink back to his own room and curl up on the floorboards. But then he's not sure if that is going to be worse than just lying here. He doesn't think it would be good for Zemo to be alone through this.
"Can I-- hold you tonight? At least?" He's not trying his luck, he just wants Zemo to let him be protective without Zemo feeling like Bucky thinks he's so fragile.
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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.
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"Thanks," he adds quietly. There's an apology in there somewhere, between Bucky falling silent not wanting to be construed as being patronising and a comforting, repetitive rubbing on Zemo's arm.
He's started to get used to a bed but he still generally prefers to sleep on his own sliver of the mattress, untouched, undisturbed, left alone to let his nightmares fester. He gets that it's hard for Zemo or Oeznik to watch, but they seem to know to leave him be. Coaxing Zemo to go to sleep cuddling is going to be a challenge, but at least Bucky's not shying away from it for now.
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He lets out a sigh, eyes drifting shut after a moment.
There's a sigh as he curls his legs up a bit, closes his eyes. "... I am glad we went out today."
Whatever happens tomorrow. They at least had a nice day, didn't they? Or at least Zemo hopes.