[He can only imagine the roar of life that the walls would have tried to contain when the whole family was around back then. He's never had a big family of his own to contend with, but the thought of it was always nice. It was something worth fighting for other people to have. Made everything worthwhile.]

Cooking for yourself feels like a hassle. [It's an excuse, he knows. It certainly doesn't help that he lives in a place where he can get takeout anywhere anytime he likes - theoretically, anyway.]

Maybe you're right. Maybe I haven't really been living. [She hasn't yet met his therapist but if Sarah can talk some sense into Bucky, they might just turn out to be good allies.]

I slept okay though. [That's the first step to living, maybe. Or at least it's the first step to normalcy. The kind of uneventful sleep that most people probably take for granted.] Sometimes I... don't. [He doubts she wants to hear all about it so he just idly plucks at a bit of loose thread in the blanket before sliding his hand back to rubbing her leg again.]

Must have been something you said. [He looks up at her again with a teasing little smile.]