[He looked serious in that way that god only knows what's going through his head at the brief but effective reminder of their situation, though the brush of another kiss has some of that seriousness fading when Art looks back to Bucky. Something about that look on his face--it sends another shiver down his back just barely, and he almost has to remind himself not to file the feeling away entirely like they'd been doing all these months.
And his eyes linger on him through those words, nodding slowly and then just... slowly dropping his head back on Bucky's shoulder where the other had drawn him in protectively just before. He sighs too, maybe a strange mix of glad to lean on him this way and yet. Well, his comment about the present situation is almost a light joke if it hadn't been for the sigh.] Isn't it always like that?
[Never enough time, huh?
...] That means we should keep moving.
[He murmurs not so decisively, maybe unlike himself in that respect, but things are catching up with him. Still, look, better outlook than risking himself:] Somewhere safe, as much as possible.