He felt guilty. Not for what they'd just done. Because Zemo still felt like he had to walk on eggshells around him. He'd seen that look. There was more that Zemo wanted to say than this. Something he wanted to ask. But he wasn't. He was holding back.
It was his own fault for making Zemo feel that way. At least partly. Maybe he'd been too selfish with some aspects of whatever it was that they had. Asked too much of the other man's patience. It spoke volumes to him that Zemo hadn't turned away, even after all the waiting.
Bucky slipped his arm across Zemo's waist and held him firmly against him. He wasn't quick to answer but he didn't take that long to give it either. "I'm good," he finally said quietly, eyes locked with Zemo's. "Head's a little fuzzy but I'm alright." Bucky grinned a little wider. "Thanks to you."
Shuffling in the bed a bit, he crossed one leg over Zemo's, still keeping him close, so he could move his hand up from Zemo's middle to his face. A thumb ran over the bottom of his mouth. "What about you?"