[He thinks it might be the way this reminds him of the walk back to the hotels, the quiet night around them, the shadows growing gradually, what is making him fall back into that same silence, as easy as it also feels almost... waiting, heavy in a way that, for once, isn't suffocating.
Or maybe it is just that it's Art who is beside him.
When his words finally cut through the silence, almost too light-- well, no, they don't fool him, not for a moment. Returning to the usual, is it... no, he thinks, no, if only that was it. While initially, he'd refused to so much as think of it, to consider that maybe, like his power had to do with the power he already had, maybe Art's, too...
But ignoring those thoughts only worked for so long. And now-- Bucky sighs out, his hand going to his hair, running through it as he heaves another sigh. Right.]
The usual... d'you really think so? [It's obvious you're thinking it too, if even he realized the possibility... and you're not avoiding the topic, not now, not with him. Not when you might never speak as much aloud to anyone else here. Never let it be said he won't face things head on, even when it's the possibility of... what, exactly? Immortality? God above.]