Jack nodded, taking a soft breath. "Yeah, know what you mean. Not sure how well I'd do if a few familiar faces arrived, and I've got more than most folks to worry about." He liked to think he'd left most people with better impressions, but there had been enough that...well, he was glad the only one from his past so far was Martha, at least.
He listened quietly as Bucky fumbled through--whatever had happened. That was a feeling he could never get a grasp on, no matter how many people he'd seen go through it. He'd been hung up on people, sure, way more than he'd ever say out loud but--not mixed up like that. But at that request, he grinned, "Not strange at all," he said softly, most of the flippancy gone from his voice. He could've been cheap about this, easily--made some quip about how silly it was for a great looking guy to feel like he had to ask-- but he didn't want Bucky to think that he was being silly. He couldn't imagine what it must be taking for him to actually say it outloud. There was only the slightest thought put into his motion as he carefully moved a hand towards the other man's jaw, hoping the motion wouldn't startle him as Jack gently lowered his mouth to his.