Bucky leans closer and lays his head on her shoulder. He's quite for a long moment after she asks if anything will feel better. It's hard to just assume that anything could, it's not as simple as just fixing. If he could find a way to turn off his brain he probably would, it's not that simple though.

"Sometimes when I'm with you, I can almost forget for moments. When I get distracted by things, like how soft your lips are or how pretty you are. Or how the taste of a peach makes me remember how much I like to get down between your legs and drive you absolutely wild with my tongue..." Yeah, so that's what he'd been referring to in the kitchen.

"But it feels like my brain never wants to let me complete any of those actions or thoughts, and it's dumb."