Better. Zemo liked the sound of that. He wouldn't ask for further details, since this was all he really wanted to know. But he did let a smile spread across his lips.
A smile that broke into laughter as soon as Bucky mentioned him making 'friends'. His dear soldat had no idea just how true that statement was. "Friends who are just as willing to cause trouble as I am, it seems." Zemo stood back up, his focus once again returning to that cut on his arm. He fell silent for a moment, wrapping a bandage around the wound and making sure it was secure before he continued. "I did warn you that there might still be things I don't tell you, James. And this is just going to have to be one of them."
He leaned down, putting the first aid kit away. When he brought himself back to a standing position this time, he was completely facing Bucky, the space between them reduced ever so slightly. He wanted more of that touch, wanted Bucky's fingers trailing down his back again. But he also knew that this was a slippy slope and if he requested more, he ran the risk of crossing a line.
"I'd ask you to stay and tuck me in, but if I do that, I might not let you leave." Zemo's gaze dropped to Bucky's lips, then back up to his eyes. "At least kiss your troublemaker goodnight?"