[It's true that the likelihood of him ever even breathing a word of this to anyone ever is pretty much none, with how internalizing Art is. It's a miracle (ha ha) he alluded to it at all now, knowing full well Bucky wouldn't just let it go ignored. But, well, maybe it's gotten to him just enough. As it is, he only sounds calm because so much of the turmoil he'd already put himself through was behind closed doors over the past few days, until this point. And... Bucky very much was already privy to it more than most. He expected they would speak like this, pausing only briefly now before he speaks.]
To be honest, I don't know. It's...
[His free hand absently touches over his chest, feeling the heartbeat there. Shaking his head, he almost laughs but there's no joke to tell, so the sound that comes out is more like an exhale, sardonic.]
I'm not so inclined to try and make certain of it. [It's true, too... as much as he doesn't say how the idea had drifted into his mind a dangerous number of times despite that. are you regretting who you fell for yet.]