He sees the way she talks about Clint and it causes a look of embarrassment to cross his face. He doesn't look away but it's almost like he's making himself as small as possible as he hears it. He knows he's the asshole for this one and he's just going to have to figure out a way to keep that topic off the table.

"I'm sorry, I'm glad he kept you alive," he mutters and drops his eyes looking down as he says it like he can't stand to look at her. "I'm sure he's really great and everything you could want in a partner."

Bucky really doesn't have a clue of how many times they tore apart his mind, it's way more then he ever could imagine in truth, more and more often in the last few years. He was a threat, breaking his programing more often the longer it went on. In the years after Natasha was gone it was like all his energy went to fighting it.

He doesn't know where he is, which makes it hard to offer to let her meet him there. He's the perfect Soldier who has never lacked in the ability to follow an order, an instruction, execute a plan. Now he sits here, unable to look up at her again, frustrated with himself for saying such rude things, and he doesn't even understand why half of it is.

She keeps telling him that she doesn't need it. Does she mean she doesn't need him? Should he just tell her to go, that it's fine, he doesn't need her hear? It would be a lie, and that entire through makes his head seer so he sets down the plumb and buries his face in his hands as he starts rubbing his temples.