What was it they'd been doing a few minutes ago? There'd been a point to getting up. Bucky couldn't remember. He didn't even try. Zemo had given him an order and he was very willing to comply.
Bucky licked his top lip, eyes flickering between the bed and Zemo. "Is the robe coming back to bed too?" He had to ask, even if he was just being a tease about it. This was being selfish and he knew it. All Zemo had to do was put a stop to this and he'd back off. Maybe they weren't ready to go the entire way. But he needed something.
He went to the edge of the mattress, the side he'd left only a few moments ago, and obediently sat. His gaze never left Zemo, wondering and waiting to see what he would do. How far he'd let him go. Bad idea or not, it didn't matter right now to him. Hadn't he behaved for long enough?