It was hard for Bucky to put it into words to Steve. He wasn't broken, not really, but it was the easiest way to describe it to Steve without too many words to follow it up. He couldn't be the Bucky that Steve wanted him to be, that Steve remembered. He could be a Bucky, someone who remembers those times and tries to move forward, but he wasn't the old Bucky. And that was the man that he knew Steve wanted. He needed to know Steve could accept him now, as he was.

Bucky nodded his head, his face neutral of any emotion. It would take time before he relaxed around Steve enough to smile. "Food. Is good." Slowly, Bucky nodded his head and took a step forward. He hesitated, not that he didn't want to go, but he wondered if Steve would hug him or something.

"Time. Just need time. Friendship... Will come." He glanced up at Steve, his eyes pleading for his friend to understand. "We... We're here, in this place, stuck. And, now this? Just... Slow, okay?" He wasn't so naive to think Steve was the same man who went into the ice either. He wanted to get to know Steve, or so he thought.