Thoughts were colliding like a train wreck in Steve's head. On one hand, he really needed to come clean about what had just happened in the kitchen. Even though Steve couldn't entirely explain it himself, or why it had happened, he still wanted to be honest with his boyfriend.
..on the other, Bucky was looking fuckably gorgeous and it was not helping the arousal situation.
This is not how he pictured this morning going. He had slipped down to the kitchen in order to surprise Bucky with breakfast in bed for Valentine's Day, which he was... partially succeeding in? But then everything else had happened and now he wasn't even sure he'd be able to make it through his confession without touching himself. Which.. would not go over very well, considering the nature of the news he needed to deliver.
"This is for you..." Steve began, setting the plate on the hotel desk, far less cheerful than he wished he could be in that moment. He'd quickly move over to the nearest bed and sat down. As if he could hide what else he'd walked in with.. "Hey, listen, can you.. come sit with me? I need to tell you something.."