[Because you're... yes, it's the same for him, isn't it? It's enough, to have this stolen time, as long as...
His sigh is nearly inaudible, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he turns his hand, entwines their hands properly. A touch like that isn't much, it isn't the instinct he has to draw Art to him, to hold him close like a reassurance that, yes, they're both here-- but it's something.]
... Yeah. [Bucky falls silent for a moment, listening to the hum of the night around them, the faint sound of his own heartbeat, the thrum he can feel in Art's veins as he holds on to his hand.]
It's all we got, isn't it? But... it's enough. More than I coulda asked for. [Finally, that ghost of a laugh finds its way to his voice, amused in a distant way, even as his tone stays quiet, steady.]
I used to think that before, too. Just that you were here at all... was more than enough.