Bucky's fingers stroke over her hips holding her close to him. It's a quiet consideration as he leans in to letting his forehead against hers with a gentle sigh. He tries to let himself be present but it's hard as murmurs of sounds of her fill his memories. Words that can't be made out, memories that can't be pinned down.

"I'm sorry, this is still so strange..." He mutters against her lips but then kisses her again, it's long and soft this time. Not filled with passion like the first one was, instead just a kiss, like he's seeking the answer to her question. If they could be happy in this moment.

He hasn't been happy for a very a long time.