"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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"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.