The counselor was new to the school, he remembered her posting an introduction to the journals. So the recall of his name when they'd never even spoken was disconcerting, but he'd been putting up with that feeling ever since he arrived. But that meant she must have read over some files ahead of time, not sure how much she already knew of him. He resented having a file on him at all, that professors for classes he didn't even take knew all about his situation. It was a condition of him being allowed there at all, but he still disliked having all his secrets written out to be judged by people he didn't know.
Bucky frowned, but took a step inside anyway, absently brushing some of the excess glitter from his shoulder as he looked around, liking to familiarize himself with new surroundings by habit before he could allow himself to relax.
He took a seat without being told, uncomfortable with being there and too tired to try to hide it with a smile he might have forced. Usually the pretty girls were the easiest to fake it for, but pretending he was okay wouldn't get him very far here. "Bucky," he finally corrected, just to be contrary, to prove that whatever she knew on paper didn't mean she knew him.