[He snorts, shaking his head in a way that screams no kidding.]
He's always been like that, stubborn as a damn bull. He got somethin' in his head and hell if anyone could get it out again. [A pause as Bucky licks his lips, fixing Sam with a look, eyebrows raised.] You think he had a point, keepin' whatever it was from me?
[Because you obviously know whatever that was. But then Sam is turning the look on him, and Bucky has the strangest urge to avoid his eyes, an urge he barely represses, instead meeting his eyes dead on.]
It ain't about whether it's comforting or not. It's about whether it's good for Steve... an' not remembering this, all of this, is definitely better than the other option. You think he needs the guilt o' not being able to be here on top of everything else? [Hell no he doesn't. Whatever Bucky thinks of this doesn't matter.]