"Too late, buddy," Bucky replied, watching as Steve leaned back in his seat. "I'm always gonna worry about you." He reached up, smoothing down a bit of Steve's hair, then pulled another chair over to sit closer.
"I'm sorry. I know this is a lot. And if I can help you adjust or anything, let me know, will you? I'm here for you, Steve. 'Til the end of the line. Always."
He pushed himself up to his feet, moving to find Steve a glass of water. She brought it back, pressing the glass into his best friend's hand. "Here. Drink when you're ready." Bucky settled into the seat next to Steve. "Why don't you come stay wit me for a bit? We'll help you get settled, figure out this place, figure out what you wanna do next...If you want it, of course."