There was a lot on his mind. There was a lot that was going on. More than just what was happening between himself and Steve. More people had arrived, including Yelena and Thor and even Wanda. Ever so often, the hotel decided to throw them down the rabbit hole. The last fiasco had raised tempers across the floors. There had been a few death threats, thankfully with no one that he knew. There was more going on than just what was happening in his bed. Zemo's bed, technically. His bed was-
-well it wasn't anymore. He needed to remember that now.
Zemo hadn't realized how open that robe of his was but caught on before Bucky could spend too much admiring the view. His eyes had dropped down a few times already, to be fair. He hadn't realized he wasn't supposed to be sneaking peeks until Zemo started covering himself up. Bucky was only wearing his boxers and a tank but he wasn't as concerned about what Zemo could see or not see of him. There were plenty of people in HYDRA who had seen much more. The difference was, he didn't mind if Zemo looked. And he didn't think that Zemo cared that looked either. It was just because his arrival had caught the other man off-guard.
"I'm sorry."
In spite of the heaviness in his head and his heart, he grinned. Bucky didn't think the Sokovian was that torn up about him and Steve taking time apart. But he did know that Zemo felt sorry for what he was going through. That it hurt. And that meant just as much. Bucky shrugged. "I'll be alright. It's not the worst that's happened to me, right?" Humor. Classic Barnes. He looked over the bed. Zemo's bed. The one he'd been pretty comfy in not that long ago. "Sorry about ...interrupting your routine."