[It takes him a moment to compose himself, to get the whirlwind of thoughts and intense happiness inside his mind to calm down into something even remotely manageable. It takes him off guard, the intensity with which he reacts to this, the strange feeling of wanting to keep holding on to Art, the warmth that he can feel on his back...
But there's a question being asked, and he can't stop time, so he pulls away, but not before making sure the expression he aims at Art when they part is one hundred and ten percent pure Bucky Barnes grin, reassuring and far less serious than he feels, one eyebrow raised.]
Nah, hardly even noticed. Definitely not enough time to miss you. [He is lying, obviously, the words coming with a joking tone, but the effect is somehow ruined by the softness in his eyes when he keeps looking at Art. Not enough time to miss you?