[The half-laugh that leaves his lips is undoubtedly relieved, despite himself -- despite knowing there's nothing Art can promise that this place can't undo. And yet, there's still comfort to be taken from it, to know that at least willingly, Art wouldn't leave. That his choice is the same as Bucky's, in that.
Though it's easy enough to pretend they're only talking about the here-and-now.] Guess that means a long night for the both of us.
[He sighs and reaches out with his free hand, brushes some of Art's stray hairs framing his face back, cupping his cheek.] 'm sorry to keep you awake, too.