He nodded, confirming his reason for running to the door. Thank god it wasn't true. As much as he adored Bucky, Zemo really didn't want to have to go through that again. Even if it meant seeing more of his dear soldat.
Although, maybe he was going to start seeing more of him, regardless. Was this.. permanent? Was he getting his hopes up?
"доброе утро," good morning he echoed, and boy, could he not help but mirror that grin on Bucky's face. This was something that Zemo had convinced himself that he would never see: Bucky, waking up and looking at him, telling him good morning. For a second there, there was some pretty raw emotion on the baron's face. Some mixture of joy and disbelief and conflicted confusion.
What had made the hotel do this? Maybe it didn't matter. What did matter was how Bucky felt, and Zemo was hesitant to ask what was going through that mind of his.
It was about that time that Zemo remembered that he was in nothing but his robe and rather quickly yanked it tighter around himself, securing that knot to keep it shut. It wasn't that Zemo had a problem with Bucky seeing him naked. He had just sort of hoped that the first time wouldn't be like this: awkward and unexpected. But once he was at least somewhat covered, he invited himself to come rest next to Bucky, facing him on the mattress. He breathed out a heavy sigh because he knew there was no way in the world they were on the same page here, concerning this.. relocation.