[His tone isn't chiding, not exactly, just soft as he's shaking his head lightly where both of theirs are sort of pressed together. There's a quiet pleading in it. He knows that line of thinking doesn't get far, much as it didn't exactly stop him from going there before either.
More importantly than that, though, is that edge that doesn't escape him. If anyone shouldn't have had to go through this, as far as Art can say, it's Bucky.] I know there's... I won't tell you it's all right when it won't feel like that.
But I didn't forget that you wouldn't ever have wanted to do that. I'm only glad you didn't have to be there one second longer than you were.
[Not "it wasn't your choice so it's okay", when that's half the problem with all this. There's no comfort in the thought that the choice was taken from him again. And maybe there's a certain edge to Art's tone too because god if it had been in his power to stop it, he would have.]