[A very quiet chuckle escapes him, almost a hum too. As they go, everything falls back a little more into those shadows, to the point that it gets hard to see too much even with the clear and unpolluted night sky over Kiseki. He walks on without much trouble though, taking it slow--all he really needs to see is just there beside him, as it turns out.
Already it feels a little unlike back in the hotels, too, how they lapse again into silence now and walk away further towards the park. Maybe exactly because everything getting darker makes Art all the more aware of Bucky alone, and in a way that's a comfort in the middle of everything else somehow. Gives him a certain ease he can't quite explain, even when he tentatively murmurs some of those aforementioned thoughts on his mind aloud. The words aren't the easiest thing, but he speaks so lightly it almost making it sound casual. Not that it'd fool Bucky for anything.]
... It's strange. Coming out here at this hour, maybe I was almost still expecting the moonlight to feel different.
Much as I'm glad for it each time, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to... things returning to the usual.
[He'd almost believe everything about himself was also just normal again too. Nothing but completely, pitifully ordinary as always... if Art didn't already know any better.]