[Is that who he is? Bucky. Yeah, that's what they call him, in his memories (and they're his memories, inside his head, the mess sorting itself out slowly but surely) -- that's who he is.
He swallows, heavily, before lifting his eyes to look at Porthos, blank for a moment before recognition settles in.]
... Porthos. [And with the recognition comes the wow that was spectacularly horrible and he sighs, grimacing.] Shit, sorry, that was-- Real sorry you had to. Experience that.