Bucky frowned. "They're in mine too." He still wasn't sure that they were speaking about the same they to each other, but he knew what she meant. His metal hand raised and he gently tapped his temple. "Words. Not my words. Can't hear them." If he did, he wouldn't be himself. And that scared him. He didn't know what he would do if it did happen. That was why he ran. Why he hid.

"Look. Um. Is there a place... Drinks or food? We talk... About this place?" He sighed. "You said that we're safe here. So... You're safe. Just breathe."

He never expected he would be a comforting presence to anyone. If someone had said that to him, he'd laugh in their face. And then he'd be shocked, since he hadn't laughed in a long time either. "Don't cry. Please."